Murphy wondered who would have such need of him that they would send a servant to personally come fetch him. After all, he was just some washed up lunatic who got drunk and was expelled from the police for all the general public knew. He looked over to the paper, he didn't know the name at all, but it seemed to be some aristocratic name. He never did care much the aristocracy. He looked back up to the lady again, about to ask who this mystique might be, when she presented him with a box of some kind. The woman requested Murphy to shuffle cards for some reason. "OK, I don't know what this whoel card thing is, but I guess I'll go along with it, it's not like I'm in a position to doubt the veracity of card tricks and th like.<br/><br/>Murphy slid the box across the table and opened it, the cards inside looked rather unusual, probably hand-made, it also didn't seem like they were a normal pack of cards. Nevertheless, Murphy took the cards and shuffled them almsot casually, card games were a common way to pass the time in Whitecastle, and Murphy was often elected to deal the cards. "Well, now that those cards are shuffled, why don't we set off to this mysterious person who so urgently needs my company." And with that said, Murphy stood up from the table, made a gesture to the barkeep commonly interpreted as 'put it on the tab' and turned to the lady, ready to follow her to wherever Murphy's presence was asked.<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: white;background:white;"/></div><br/>Elsewhere in the alehouse, something reacted to Murphy's leaving, a man turned towards the unusual assortment of people making preparation to leave the building. The man wore a wide brimmed hat and an balck coat, his pants were brown and stained thoroughly with dirt, as if he had been walking through mud, his hair was dr and messy, and his eyes were concealed by the brim of his hat. The other bar patrons had cleared some room from him, as he had an unpleasant musty smell about him, like meat that had been left out to dry for too long. Unbeknowst to Murphy, this man had been trailing the ex-lawman for quite some time, the man's reasons for doing so were ony known to him, and Murphy had yet to detect the fact he was being followed. And like that, he waited under the cover of a crowd, he would follow the haphazard group should they decide to leave, but for now, he simply waited.<br/><br/>(Note: despite the fact that I pointed out the man's presence, he has done nothing yet to warrant the attention of anyone IC. From the distance at which he is standing, he looks like just another bar patron imbibing on ales, a simple detail in the crowd, please keep this in mind when replying.)