<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/Agatha-avi.jpg) </div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Agatha Dunwich<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 4th, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mesa outside of town<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Walter, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Walter got a good look at the six intricately filigreed barrels of the gatling pistol as Agatha leveled them at his rough looking face.  She had noticed him approaching, whether he had been trying to be noticed or just not very bright she didn’t know.  As the figure approached she had lowered her goggles over her emerald eyes, the lens looked black out here in the bright sun as they warded off its afternoon glare.  She had made sure to drawn before he got even close to within arms length of her.  Strange men outside of Gomorra were a danger as sure as any maze dragon, hell they were dangerous inside of Gomorra, but at least their you might get some help if one had a mind to make ill-mannered advances.<br/><br/>Agatha observed the man through those smoky lenses.  He was scruffy and dirty with sharp vicious features, a face full of scars and wiry hair sprouting from his chin.   She noted his posture, which appeared to be offering truce with his outstretched hands staying away from his body and from the shotgun slung across his shoulder.  He wasn’t someone you wanted to meet on a bright sunny day in the middle of a crowded park, let alone a lonely mesa top.  His suit looked like he had been dragged behind a donkey for a few miles then tossed into a sand dune.  She liked the hat though.  It was a nice touch.<br/><br/>“Much abliged Mister.” She said politely holding up the heavy firearm and realized the drawback to such a large weapon.  She wasn’t going to be able to hold it up for very long outstretched like that.  “And it can be yours for the low, low price of five thousand dollars.”<br/>