<br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://[url=http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a2/9439_1213355092507_500_196.jpg]http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a2/9439_1213355092507_500_196.jpg[/url])</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Mathew Cuthbert<br/><strong>Faction:</strong><br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3rd, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Casino Morongo<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Christian Specter, Deacon Sloane, Virginia Whately, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Mat bristled at the unprovoked aggression, particularly the accusation of cheating.  He hesitated from responding immediately, both because he wasn’t the sort to end peoples’ lives over petty insults, but also because the man really did have a stare that could turn boiling water to ice.<br/><br/>After a moment, he found himself laughing.  “I’ll give you this, Mr. Specter, you sure know how to make a man’s blood run cold.  Let’s play some poker.”<br/><br/>He stood up and crossed to the blonde’s table, packing away the cards he’d been toying with.  He took off his hat and bowed to the beautiful woman, then left it at his side, “You must be Miss Whatley.  I’ve been looking forwards to a chance to meet you across the table.”<br/>