The town was lively with commotion. Judging from what he could hear from conversations in the distance, something had occurred at the nearby cemetery. The matter was irrelevant, for now at least... perhaps he would do his own investigation when the situation was more relaxed but there were more important matters to attend to. Dismounting his horse, Achille led the well built black breton horse towards a hitching post by the saloon. Upon stepping on solid ground, Achille looked just as menacing off his horse. The man was tall, around 6'5 with a strong frame that seemed even larger due to his thick, dark duster coat. Every part of him was covered, save for the brief space between the top of his bandana to the tip of his hat. And while Achille's most visible part was his eyes, there was something peculiar about them... like the eyes of a hawk constantly shifting from one thing to the next.

Having dismounted, Achille began to properly secure the riffle and double barreled shotgun that was kept in hoisters in the saddle of his horse. He even took extra attention to conceal the longsword on the side with a blanket... to many he would have been a walking odd sight but the last thing he needed was strangers coming up to him with questions. The people of the town would speak their rumors should they care for his presence but it would take someone rather bold to approach him directly. With one last brief look around him, Achille made sure to make direct eye contact with any watching... a stern warning not to try anything stupid around him.

Rotating his shoulders forward and backward along with minor stretches of the neck, Achille prepared to enter the saloon as it was typical for men of interest and stories to be found there...it was through the town's saloon that he could find the strangest but sometimes the most honest of men in regards to current circumstances. Almost on que a priest approached the saloon shouting nonsense about sinners and devils. Achille found the statement amusing but none the less, this was the type of person he wanted to speak too. Placing his hands on his gun-belt Achille walked towards Father Stone like a living shadow.

"Preach your sermon Father." Achille said aloud, attempting to earn the priest's attention. "Tell me of these sinners and devils you speak off?"