<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/8f/Marguerite_Tuerny_07.jpg/600px-Marguerite_Tuerny_07.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Marguerite Tuerny<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Early Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The street outside of the Casino Morongo<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Deacon, Open<br/><hr/>"<strong>Jesters do oft prove prophets.</strong>"  She quoted the Bard in reply to his backhanded boast.  He was a dangerous man.  The way he carried himself had been clue enough, but his calm indifference was just as telling.<strong>"But who better to drive off the jackals than a lion?"</strong>She flashed her grin again, a twist and a sidestep as she moved to avoid the cigar smoke finally putting her startlingly lovely features into the light.<strong>"And if the lion isn't tame?  Well, I hardly think he'd make an attack in so foolish or public a manner."</strong>Though she was quite, quite, and most definitely certain that she'd not like to be alone in private with this man.<br/><br/><strong>"Perhaps it would be best - and certainly more proper - if you could direct me back to my hotel?  It is the Golden Mare.  Back to the town hub, and then toward the north?"</strong>She thought - but was by no means certain - that she could find the building on her own.  There were so many streets leading spoke-like out from the city hub.  And she knew from experience how easy it was to take the wrong one.  Asking directions often saved so much trouble.