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[color=00aeef]Location: Armadillo  ||  Mentions:[/color] [@RedVII][@Sad_Ogo][@Berlin][@c3p-0h][/center]

It wasn't difficult for Erik to comprehend that his actions would garner such reactions that he got. He wasn't surprised, not one bit, he had just shot two men after all. So when the lady bartender who had just jumped the counter told him to get he preacher himself, Erik looked up at her with a calm and collected face. If she was going to lose her shit over this, he sure wasn't. [color=00aeef]"I would, my good madam, but I don't know where the preacher is."[/color] Erik casually told the quite temperamental lady. And not long after, the boss-woman also joined the conversation. 

She was more polite than the freckled on, however her authority weighed heavier than the first one. [color=00aeef]"No, I'm not. With all due respect, ma'am, if I was, the saloon would be one of the last places I'd allow her to roam around."[/color] Erik still hadn't gotten an answer from the little girl on why she was there at all, and he suspected that he wouldn't be getting one either way. Some kids opened their mouth and never closed it if you got them started. Others rarely even spoke with their parents unless neccecary. Giving little Seven a kind look as she was finally given her glass of lemonade, Erik smiled at her and turned back to Roz behind the counter. [color=00aeef]"I like to think so too, ma'am. Just keeping an eye on her, being an responsible adult."[/color] Erik continued to tell Roz, lifting up his glass of whiskey and emptying the few last drops that had remained. 

He was starting to doubt whether or not he was going to find any answers here, seen as he'd have to explain himself since he first set foot in that little town. [color=00aeef]"I will do that, my good lady, I will. But for now I just need another drink and some rest for my sore…"[/color] Erik began to tell her, stopping himself from saying the word "ass" and instead ending it on [color=00aeef]"…backside. But that man needs a preacher first, that sorry hombré. Could I get another glass of whiskey, ma'am`? Please."[/color]

Another man decided to get the Preacher there by sending another kid in the saloon out to get him. It was the same man who'd sat with the Mexican fella over at the poker game, or so he thought. It was difficult to discern what was going on outside from the counter where Erik sat. When he returned, the Mexican's friend, Erik would get a word in with him. If not for information, then in the very least his condolences and whether he could help. 

Erik turned around in his seat when he heard someone call for the little girl. She had remained silent as ever, drinking from the lemonade Erik bought for her and making her way over to a man seated in the saloon. With or without the second glass of cheap American whiskey in hand, Erik got up and followed after Seven towards the table. Erik stood there for a moment, just looking at the stranger who told him she was called Seven. [color=00aeef]"Seven, aye?"[/color] Erik repeated her name, giving her a brief look with his innocent smile from before, before looking back again. 

Did he say "Melbattons"? Erik looked at the man in disbelief for a solid handful of seconds, did he really have any clues on them? Before Erik could pry for more information, little Seven asked Erik bluntly if he was a bounty hunter. Draven's barking at her made Erik look back at the mysterious man, holding up his hand while telling him [color=00aeef]"No no, that's quite alright. The little lady is entitled to ask."[/color] Erik chuckled at the fact Draven repeated the question, pulling out a chair and taking a seat with them. [color=00aeef]"Yes and no, mister. I've been looking for the Melbattons for a while now. No, I'm not a bounty hunter. Not by profession or intention, if you understand? I have some unfinished…business with them. Personal, very personal. Do you know where I can find them, Mister…?"[/color]