<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/65/Judgehawkins.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Judge Warwick<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 4, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Courthouse: Judge Warwick's office<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Marguerite Tuerny, Elisabeth Boyle<br/><hr/>He chuckled at the offer of lunch acting as a ‘fee.’<strong>“I will not,”</strong>he told Elisabeth.<strong>“But if you insist today, then I’ll pick it up the next time.”</strong>He gave a rueful laugh at the mention of a wife, waving his hand.<strong>“Oh no, I think not.  I’ve already buried enough people I care about out here.”</strong>He smiled appreciative of the intention behind the offer, though, even as he made his counter.  He chuckled when she mentioned a cousin, as well, waving it off.<strong>“I appreciate the notion, Elisabeth.  I do.  But I’m sure your cousin can find plenty of adventurous prospects in England.”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“I’d suggest you make a list of people that can stand up to Bilton trying to gun them down on Main Street, then,”</strong>said the Judge dryly.<strong>“And, as a caveat, are <em>willing</em> to.  I suspect you’ll find that’s a rather short list.”</strong>He didn’t seem ready to dismiss the topic just yet, though.<strong>“The only two men who spring to mind are Jackson P. Jackson and Nathan Hunter, but you’d have work cut out for you convincing anyone in this town of the second, and the first..”</strong><br/><br/>He just chuckled, and shook his head.<strong>“I’m not sure she was ever sweet on me,”</strong>he mused.<strong>“Trying to marry her daughters off seems a higher priority for her, at the moment.  I understand Viktor Markos has been sniffing around the Wafflehaus, seeing if any of the girls are looking for ‘extra work.’</strong>He gave a Elisabeth a meaningful look – while the girls of the Gilded Feather were pretty, and made good money, Helga’s daughters were a bit young yet for a life of whoring.<br/><br/>He looked back to Margeurite, watching her struggle with her own schedule – and perhaps a bit of propriety -  to be ingratiate herself with the local businesswomen.  It was a wise move, in his view – he knew just how loyal they were to one another.<br/><br/><strong>“That would depend on who you asked,”</strong>he admitted.<strong>“Most of the townsfolk would say this many murders is uncommon.  Ask anyone in Soddom and I imagine it’s hardly a noticeable difference.  But.. this many deaths of people from town… is unusual.  Coleman did a good job keeping us safe from harm.”</strong><br/>