<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d1/Nicodemus..png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Nicodemus Whateley<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Grandma's Favorite (Whateley Faction)<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3rd, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Early Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Street<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Marguerite Tuerny, Deacon Sloan, notices Harley, open<br/><hr/><br/><br/>While Nicodemus noticed the woman crossing the street and watching the young womans departure, he ignored it calmly and continued his casual stroll, though much more aware of the additional presence on the street.<br/><br/>As he approached Deacon with a beautiful woman, Nicodemus heard the final comment from the man.  He slowed his pace before he came to a stop just close enough to partake in the conversation.  His eyes took in Deacon before looking to the woman with him, his interest immediately perked by her presence.  “Evening, Mr. Sloan.”  He replied, ignoring the comment about the scion of the town matriarch though he enjoyed the compliment.<br/><br/>“Good evening, Ma'am.”  Nicodemus replied, his green eyes took her in quickly, filing away what he saw.  He raised an eyebrow at her comment, then nodded his agreement.  “It's not safe for an attractive woman to be out alone after the sun sets.”  His intense gaze never wavered from her eyes.  “Too many unsavory types roaming the streets of Gomorra.  And, with the unfortunate murder of the Sheriff, the streets won't be any safer.”<br/><br/>Again, Nicodemus simply raised his eyebrow at the woman wanting to take her leave from them.  “Would you care for an escort back to your hotel?”  He asked politely and waited patiently for a response, his hand still rested in his pocket.