<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/Doomtown/CharlizeTheronUpdosLooseBunSj30hHiLBDUl_zpsb4b0f22e.jpg)</div><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Name:</strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">             Lady Elisabeth Boyle</span><br/><strong>Faction:</strong>         Member of the Collegium.<br/><strong> Date: </strong>            May 4th, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day: </strong>  Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>       The Courthouse: meet with Judge Warwick<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>         Judge Warwick, Marguerite Tuerny<br/></span><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Elisabeth had arisen early and made breakfast for the 'house' leaving it warming on Agatha's lovely stove. Eggs scrambled lightly just as how her uncle had taught her and crisp fried bacon with bread , honey and coffee on the pot would greet the others. They had stayed up late chatting and learning all about 'Spooky' and Agatha's adventures. She had not slept well, waking up several times to check the windows and her guns with the first pink light of dawn she rose to clean up and make the breakfast.<br/><br/>She had wanted to meet with Judge Warwick early, His legal mind might give her some guidance in how best to handle any problems that could arise should Bilton become Sherriff. She had soon realized on coming to Gomorra that the law firm of Bankum and Bankum was neck deep in with Sweetrock and had no concern about anything but ghostrock claims or handlings lawsuits for Sweetrock. Mr. Davidson refused outright to deal with her and when pushed simply said a woman should be at home having babies not running a business. The few times she had needed legal advice Judge Warwick had been a godsend and he also enjoyed the cigars she had in her shop. So this morning she had arrived with a pack of 4 of the famed H. Upmann's.<br/><br/>She was wearing a silk dress from Paris only a year out of date, the creamy blue off setting her green eyes. The black fedora trimmed with green sat over her lovely yellow hair that was up in a loose bun. As she stepped to the courthouse door she paused and looked over the rims of her darken glasses, her left hand slid into the pocket of the skirt and her fingers rested on the handle of her Bulldog. She always felt better knowing the pistol was close at hand. Still a sense of unease was there, it was always there every sense she had arrived in Gomarra but today for some reason she felt it more. It felt like the calm before a big storm, a feeling of heaviness in the air. Her green eyes took in the street and those out and about. Everything looked the same, like it always did. She shrugged, the unease and deep concerns the Professor had expressed yesterday must have made her jumpy. That was it of course, what problems other then ruffins and drunks would be out on a lovely morning such as this.<br/><br/>She walked on into the courthouse and smiled as she saw the man called Blue, the current bailiff of the court. "Excuse me Mr. Blue is the Judge in. I would dearly love to speak with him if he has some free time"<br/>