<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://gunsofold.com/marshal_badge_silver_balltip.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3rd, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Early Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Golden Mare<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><strong>"Of course it offers amenities,</strong>" he said with a smile.<strong>"Complimentary bar and two meals a day,</strong>" he explained.<strong>"Room cleaning and turn down.  Extra for top shelf liquers, I'm afraid, and with the premium on water we've had to begin charging extra for baths."</strong><br/><br/>The clerk was attentive, and duly polite despite her indifference to the surroundings.  He noted the names, offering a friendly smile and then provided directions to the church.<br/><br/><strong>"St. Martin's Chapel,"</strong>he explained.<strong>"I understand Father Ortega is himself a Catholic, but he offers service to any Christian."</strong>He gave a small nod.  He considered about the dress shops.<strong>"There's two tailoring shops, they do dress work, and Fu Leng's offers dry cleaning as well as alterations but... </strong>" he leaned in conspiratorially.<strong>"It's chinky owned, and even their laundry service is <em>barely</em> serviceable.  The best seamstress in town is Onneca de Goni, hands down.  <em>Mexican</em>"</strong>he said with a sigh.<strong>"But her skill is commendable.  I've never heard a complaint.  The Bodega de Goni."</strong>He offered directions as well.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0b/Msgreene.png)</div>He blanched a bit when she began to protest, quickly signalling a manager who listened to her complaints with calculated interest, nodding and then holding up a hand after a moment of checking the registry where the chipper clerk had written it down.<strong>"A moment, Mrs. Landry." </strong>He gave her a smile.<strong>"Your patience, please."</strong><br/><br/>He stepped around the desk, heading over to a woman who sipped tea in the foyer.  She wore a bright blue dress, formal wear not seen on the streets of Gomorra often, and set a tiny tea cup down with a clink.  She listened with a socialite's practiced smile, glancing over towards Margeurite and then giving a small nod.<br/><br/>The manager returned with a smile.<strong>"It won't be a trouble, ma'am.  We'll settle accounts at the end of the month."</strong>He smiled graciously.<strong>"Alexander, would you collect Mrs. Landry's effects and settle them in her room?</strong>"<br/>