<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">GM Post</span><br/>Mason Kincaid's Party, Southdown, Persephone<br/>Tagging - Santiago, Babs & Thalia<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=208456.msg10340924#msg10340924">Quote from: AmberStarfire on 04-08-2014, 00:24:25</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Four men stood around talking, all with suits of a similar type to Chester's but much darker. Grey and black, not even a flash of brown. "Mason shouldn't have brought some of this crowd together. There's gonna be trouble, most like. Blood before the dawn."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=208456.msg10342867#msg10342867">Quote from: Senti on 04-08-2014, 10:09:18</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">It was then after listening to his words Babs kept more than a passing glance on that group however not exclusively, even this Mister Burton was not going to be ignored.<br/><br/>Pulling out her compact Babs after a short put on some lipstick and looked at maters from another angle. Like everything else she did is would be mostly unnoticed.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=208456.msg10387456#msg10387456">Quote from: vin26m on 17-08-2014, 00:25:44</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Babs, how about you go around and behind them folks Chester was referring to?  I have the perfect distraction for them while you do some eavesdropping or pickpocketing."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The more Santiago, Babs and Thalia studied the group of four men, the more it became apparent they weren't among the richer, more elite guests of Kincaid's. Rough around the edges, just like Chester, it didn't seem far fetched at all that he knew them. Whereas he dressed like a Browncoat, these men had the look of prosperous ranchers. They probably spent a considerable amount of time on land, because they were tanned. It wasn't that their clothing was poor - they were well-dressed for the party, but they wore their clothes differently. Loosely. Casually. And somehow they looked like fighting men.<br/><br/>They stood talking between themselves, a very noticeable sense of annoyance in the expressions of two, quiet contemplation on the others. Somehow, the quieter, more peaceable of the men seemed the more dangerous. Yes, they were looking Chester's way, and they were observing Santiago and the ladies, as he spoke to them. If Chester was aiming to do so privately, he'd gone about it wrong. One, who wore silver cufflinks approached the blonde woman serving drinks, spoke to her quietly, kissed her cheek and took a drink from her tray. The appearance was that they already knew each other. One of the four, who appeared angered, then left the room, passing by Babs on his way toward the entrance of Kincaid's home.<br/><br/>Chester meanwhile had gravitated toward the bar.