A 6ft 5 man wearing a trench coat, black cotton shirt, cuffed pants, jackboots, and a sword walked into the tavern. His name was Absalon Myers, resident gambler and behind closed doors, the townsfolk referred to him as a drunk. Absalon knew that carrying a sword was strange but he had a few enemies who would love to see him dead or at least arrested. He had crossed a lot of people in his life and he would rather be stared at and whispered about than meet his end at the end of someone’s blade. Not to mention, it gave Absalon a reassurance of a kind to have his sword by his side.  Absalon looked around the tavern expressionless as he walked to the counter " give me the usual" he said reaching for his money. He looked around, looking for some sucker to play cards with and earn himself a nice dinner. When he heard the subject about the hanging he shrugged " just shows you can only truly trust yourself in this world. For all any of you know, the person closest to you is practicing witchcraft right now while you're here in the tavern. If you believe in such a thing" he said taking a deep drink from his tankard. He reached for a cigar and sighed " hey you" he said looking at the person serving drinks " Hey so real quick barmaid. Does this sort of thing happen in this town often? People get hanged because people accuse them of being witches? I thought they got burned at the stake. At least that’s how they do it where I’m from. Not that it’s any of my business how the inquisitors do their job. Anyway, do me a favor and keep the pints coming, I’m good for it promise” Absalon leaned back and closed his eyes as he gathered his thoughts. He had been living here only for a short amount of time. He still remembered his earlier life, and secretly longed for it. This whole laying low business was starting to grind on his nerves. He hadn't known the person who had just gotten hung just like it was for the person supposedly being a witch. Absalon had his fair share of experiences with witches and didn't see the need to hang them. Didn't quite make sense to him, just drive them out of town. However, he was smart enough not to say these things, having an inquisitor talking to him didn't really appeal to Absalon. He knew he was more or less an outcast in this tiny town as he didn't go to church or participate in any form of religion. He reached into his pocket and brought out a deck of cards and began to shuffle them. He continued to eye everyone down in the tavern, daring anyone to try and play him. Absalon wasn't the smartest man nor the most educated but he'd willing to bet he could bet anyone in a game of cards, which wasn't going to score points with religious people who constantly told him he was either going to hell or trying to convert him with their hocus pocus. Witchcraft, religion, same thing to me he thought as he continued to shuffle his deck of cards. Both rely on the same kind of tactics, both are things that I don't particularly care for. When you really look at it, there is really no difference. " Hey can I get another pint?" he asked pushing his tankard forward. His stomach growled and he grinned sheepishly " also, you got anything to eat here?" He reached into his pocket and pulled out more money. He smirked to himself. This town is odd, but I'm pretty sure I can blend in here. What lunger is going to look for me here? Maybe I can reconnect with my brothers and we can rebuild.  One can only dream. Heck maybe, we'll run into that one witch again, have some fun. This place needs to liven up, realize life ain't about sermons and work. And I'm just the man to teach them that. Absalon smiled as he took another drink. I'll need to find those boys again, this could be our ticket