<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kwzlhdUsp51qau6jbo1_400.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Ezekiel Mycroft<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3rd , 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gomorra<br/><strong>Tagged: Lady Elisabeth Boyle/Open</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Mycroft lifted a brow as Elisabeth extended her hand to him. The Young detective wasn't the hand shaking type yet despite this  , He politely shook her hand. His grip was firm but careless. He gave Lady Elisabeth a vigorous shake before  gently releasing it. "So how are you today? I hope the Sheriff's passing hasn't given you too much grief. He was a great man and one that I deeply respected. I hope I can bring his killer to justice. But enough of that. How's your shop? Getting anything interesting in recently? I've been meaning to stop by for a while but I've been very business with work."  Ezekiel uttered casually. He was never very comfortable in public conversations though he was pretty good at acting as though he was.  He stood tall , blue eyes studying his surroundings as he waited for  the woman he  had spoken to's responses. Conversations like this were so tedious yet they often revealed important information. A necessary evil to Mycroft pursuit of mystery. He wondered if Elisabeth was in the mood to reveal anything of note to him at the moment or if like most she merely intended to bore him with the trivial facets of life. Though there was the interesting off-chance that Elisabeth was in fact a witch and the accusations the townsfolk had thrown at her weren't just  the product of over imagination. However Ezekiel  had his doubts about their claims though he did not dismiss the outright. Anything was possible in the weird west as they said.<br/>