<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/Doomtown/CharlizeTheronUpdosLooseBunSj30hHiLBDUl_zpsb4b0f22e.jpg)</div><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Name:</strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">             Lady Elisabeth Boyle</span><br/><strong>Faction:</strong>         Member of the Collegium.<br/><strong> Date: </strong>            May 4th, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day: </strong>  Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>       The Courthouse: meet with Judge Warwick<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>         Judge Warwick, Marguerite Tuerny<br/></span><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Elisabeth looked over as the Judge came out of his office with a very lovely young woman. Her dress spoke of something borrowed, slightly ill fitted here and there and of a western pattern though the woman carried herself well that was a sadness to her face and a toughness. The dress did not matter that since she had learned not to judge by attire. Insead she could tell much by a person's demenor and eyes.<br/><br/>The Judge waved her over as he introduced the women,<strong>”Lady Boyle.  A pleasure to see you again.  May I introduce you to Mrs. Marguerite Landry, of Baltimore?”</strong>she had walked over with a confident stride nothing demure or normal and tilted her head so that the Judge could give her a peck on her cheek. They had become friends over the past months and considering she was the one of the better chess players in town besides himself had led them to develop a lively relationship.<br/><br/>"Judge have you been partaking of the spirits, I am shocked. Mortified even."Elisabeth makes dramatic face then instead of a curtsy or bow she offers her hand to the woman. "Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Landry, welcome to Gomarra. If you need anything come by my shop, I own the local Apothecary and sundries shop and I have some very lovely lotions and shampoos. What brings you to the dust bowl and arm pit of the west?"  her chuckle was rich and sultry as she spoke with very little accent.<br/><br/>She pulled a packet from her purse, tilting it as she did which flashed a view of a snub nosed pistol. Offering up a packet of cigars, "Judge I received a new shipment of the Hupmans and thought you might want one especially as you ponder knight to King bishop 6, ...check. I believe its mate in 6 moves..." Elisabeth wanted more then just to offer up a chess move but politeness guided her. She needed advice and guidance.<br/><br/>Then she got that look, one of sudden intense focus. She raised an eyebrow. "If Mrs. Landry is going to be staying in the city then she may want to hear some of what I have to say and A new view of things might offer up a different outlook."