<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Narrowing my eyes at the smiling man for a few moments then I gather myself and give him a dazzling smile as I take his hand nodding. <em>  “Pleased to meet you. Boston you say? Hmm Madame Maggie’s young charge? I think I remember you.”    </em><br/>I listen as the others talk something niggling at the back of my mind. As I think I pull up one of the saddle bags and pull out a tin of tea and another of coffee as I half smirk at Kate.   <em>  “Let's hope the barkeep makes better coffee then you do…anything has to be better than the mud you drink.”   </em><br/><br/>As the others speak of their names I notice none other mentions who their parent or liege is. Sometimes my mind races down too many paths as I consider many things. Watching the other females display affection, how they move, how the others walk and move. Finally I stand and gather myself a plate of chili and beans and pull from the saddle bag some spices to add. <br/><br/><em>“Mr. Callahan, thank you for that information and would you mind checking on how much water you have in the back please”</em><br/><br/>When the barkeep leaves I turn to the others for I had finally realized what was bothering me and my voice is low but strong as I note.  <em>  “I do not think we need to worry about bait and patrolling. Whatever is out there will find us. Our strands of fate are to powerful not to draw it too us. There is too strong an aura around us now, we will draw the calamity to us…it is our legend our fate to be tested as such. Because of what we are we attract things and now that there are many of us here whatever is out is very powerful and will be coming for us.”  <br/><br/>“I suggest some watches and the rest of us get some rest”  </em></span><br/><br/>