Definitely not confident in her fighting skills, and certainly not the bravest soul in town, Grace no longer had the courage to peer through the window to keep track of things. Unlike some other people, she was neither undaunted, nor fearless. She had heard enough gunshots for the day. Some yelps and grunts still leaked through the walls of the old building she hid inside, but weren’t clear enough to tell her a story about what really happened in the bank. Her eyes failed to spot the exit of the young cowboy she had briefly seen upon entering the shop. If she didn’t notice him leaving, that could very well mean she might miss someone making an entrance. Perhaps it wasn’t a good idea to stay in here for long. At the same time, since she didn’t exactly know what was going on outside, stepping outside could be equally dangerous. At least, the newspaper business now had something to write about. It was really unfortunate that she had found herself in such an uncertain and potentially hazardous situation the first day she arrived in town. If this was a routine day in this place, what people went through on a regular basis, her short stay in the mining town was going to be a challenging one.<br/><br/>By some unlucky accident, if she had dropped dead in this old building, her murdered husband would have found the irony of her wife’s passing in a hair salon quite amusing. “I believe… I’m going out.” The woman declared. While stranded in the middle of this small turmoil, Grace sadly hadn’t found the opportunity to properly introduce herself to her host. Although she was a mannerly young woman, she was quick to snap out of her mannerism if the situation demanded of it. Playing the good girl was rather a mask to hide behind. Her exit lacked the same rapidness and rush her entry had. Eventually however, Grace managed to nerve herself and came out of the barbershop. Thankfully, during the time she cowered behind a wall, the unsuccessful bank robbery had resolved in a happy conclusion. It was mostly the aftermath of the conflict what she found herself staring at, some veteran cowboy rushing in the bank for the aid of its customers, an injured bandit failing to take to his heels, and a roughened up missy and her dreadful doggy idling quite casually. Given such casualness, the scenery didn’t look that bad, at least didn’t scream of noxiousness and lethal destruction. Perhaps, the young brunette had exaggerated the events in her mind.<br/><br/>The long travel that led the woman into the mining town had already tired her. Add an ineffectual bank robbery to that, and she wouldn’t have minded taking a small rest, or a long one for that matter. Her head turned to the side to watch the troubled area just outside the bank, while her steps once again led her to her first destination, the brothel across the street. She wasn’t planning to stay in town longer than five days. There were some quite unhappy men after her. Her plan was to make them chase after a ghost before she headed to east. Upon entering the Dusky Bell, still knowing the establishment as an inn, Grace drew near the bar. Gladly, the bartender decided to do the smart thing and stayed indoors throughout the robbery attempt. She greeted the man with a simple nod. When the outlaws first attacked, the woman had left the brothel in such a rush, she had forgotten to pay for the breakfast. Before she set off on her escape journey, Grace had done a small robbery of her own, that targeted her husband’s safe to be exact. For now, the petite brunette had enough currency to finance her journey.<br/><br/>“My apologies. Latest developments must have swept me off of my feet.” She took some cash out of her purse and lay it in front of the bartender. “For the morning.” The greenbacks on the counter seemed to be more than what a simple breakfast must have cost though. “I need a room too, you see.” After what happened, it was inevitable to talk about the doomed bank job. In addition to that, the small chatter between the newcomer and the bartender quickly revealed the main purpose of the beds in the brothel, finally allowing Grace to understand that it was indeed a house of prostration. “Oh… I’m terribly sorry.” A pair of expressive eyes gazed upon the bartender, after all, it mustn’t have been common for a woman to pay for another’s company. In spite of the meaningful smile across the bartender’s lips, the subject matter wasn’t seen as a big taboo by this particular brunette. After getting the directions for where she could find a bed to sleep in, rather than using it to sleep with someone else, Grace was ready to head to the actual inn in town. However, she didn’t leave yet, instead turning to face the barkeeper again.<br/><br/>“In fact, before I go, I could perhaps get accounted with one of this establishment’s attendants.” Grace claimed, leaving the money on the counter. Her decision hadn’t changed. She still wasn’t interested in spreading her legs or parting another’s. However, she understood very well that she had to be careful in the mining town. That, it was a good idea to learn about its secrets and more about its residents. And a prostitute who slept with many sounded to be a good source of information to tell the story of Onyx Landing.