<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/>Nicodemus noted quickly that the woman decided not to leave after his offer to escort her.  He was inwardly amused by that but made no outward show of it.  In fact, his expression seemed unmoving, the polite smile never wavering.  He shrugged at her question.  “I highly doubt that Black Jack decided to gun down the sheriff.”  He looked thoughtful for a moment before adding, “But, people are capable of great violence when provoked.”  He shrugged again, not overly bothered by the murder nor the fact that Black Jack was being blamed.  But, the subject kept the woman talking which was of interest to Nicodemus.<br/><br/>“Indeed it is.  Gomorra has always had it's dangers but the sheriff had been able to civilize the population... .somewhat.”  Nicodemus agreed quickly with her assessment.  “I'm sure there will be a new sheriff in Gomorra soon.”  Even with the conversation with the woman before him, he was well aware of the other woman lurking in the shadows and Sloan standing with them.<br/><br/>Nicodemus paused and pulled his hand out of his pocket.  “I apologize for my rudeness.  I do not think we were properly introduced.  I am Nicodemus Whateley.”  He offered his hand and watched her closely.  “And you are?”  He asked.<br/><br/>Even for a skilled observer, Nicodemus was unsettlingly difficult to read.  There was none of the telltale nuances that so many men offered; his jaw never clenched or quivered, his eyes never seemed to grow more or less intently focused.  It was impossible to say even that he blinked regularly.  After a few moments observation, and even with a polite smile painted on his face, there was something aloof and granite in his reserve.