<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i627.photobucket.com/albums/tt357/Niferbelle/my%20avatars/doomtown7av_zps641b8122.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Lilah 'Li-Li' Oliver<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>There have been a few rumors but who listens to those<br/><strong>Date:</strong>Tuesday, May 2nd 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning, just after sunrise<br/><strong>Location:</strong>New Moon Saloon<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Jonathan, Annabel, open<br/><hr/>Lilah found herself in a strange predicament. It was no surprise at all the barmaid ignored her, at least she wasn't chasing Lilah out with a broom, but what was less explainable is why the woman was being so inhospitable to a man who looked like he had some money. The blond was practically begging him to go spend his money somewhere else. And then there was the man, instantly recognizable as a foreigner when he spoke, who was polite to her and didn't treat her at all like some kind of mongrel. Normally Lilah wouldn't have hung around to play welcome wagon but the combination of the man's good manners and the grudging service he was being given enticed Lilah to stay just a little longer. She raised her eyebrow as the woman plopped the breakfast and whiskey down on the bar and gave the man a look that said there was just no accounting for people.<br/><br/>"It's true what she said. There's a couple of hotels about, just depends what y'want t'spend," Lilah began, hooking the heel of her boot over the rail that ran the bottom of the bar and feeling uncharacteristically chatty. There was no hint or trace of the Chinese language in her speech just the pure twang of a local. "Let's see...for a tailor, th'Clarkes are tolerable in their prices and there's Grayson's place but I'd go t'th'Clarkes first. Or y'could head t'Fu Leng's, get 'em warshed and fixed at th'same time. I can't speak for that place though, don't know much about it."<br/><br/>Lilah went on a bit to give him directions to various points around town then figuring she'd helped him some, decided to pay a little attention to her curiosity. She continued to keep an eye on the barmaid just in case. "Mister, y'sound like you're a long way from home. What brings ya t'Gomorra? Y'here for th' Collegium? If y'are, they can prolly take care of everything y'need there."<br/>