<strong>Sam</strong><br/><br/>Bronwen tilted her head; she was no fool and seemed to understand the underlying weight of Sam’s statement. This one would likely be welcome but may have to be watched, he seemed ‘honest’ enough in some ways.  If he come here to hide then he was unlikely to bring too much trouble, and if he did the Vagabonds would deal with it, they always did.<br/><br/>“I am hoping it’s not going to turn to violence if it does we need to keep calm, and make sure we don’t get into trouble.” There was a pause “I am sure folks like us are not overly popular with the police. Think about us being damage limitation.” The woman was aware that a well placed growl was as useful and caused les trouble than a fist in the face.<br/><br/>“Lets just say we are hoping that violence is not going to be necessary.”<br/><br/><br/><strong>Whitney</strong><br/>Cath indeed left the conversation and in her usual manner was direct and practical as well as careful. She trusted the group to deal with the situation with as little trouble as possible. Most of the people were just continuing with the party and the dance, which in many ways was a good thing.<br/><br/>Even just standing and watching the geist was aware of another of his kind was here, he felt it and so did Claudia, however he was also aware of the dead that walked, not the dead as he was rather the ones that had only half passed over.<br/><br/>One was a man in an old army uniform close to the Pub, another a lady in a dress likely from the time of the civil war. The other was a teenager, of likely Indian heritage, he looked to the tall dark Geist, his eyes were fearful.<br/><br/>“The ones that did this are coming. Be careful, all those here should be careful.” He then made his way to leave. In the distance Whitney was aware of the approaching sounds of a gang and they certainly did not seem too friendly.<br/><br/><strong>Betty</strong><br/><br/>Laura had indeed headed towards the pub, knowing somehow that something was going on, after all she had been married to an Uratha for a good few years now. Of course she did not know their secrets, and certainly did not pry but she was aware of certain signs, that most would not.<br/><br/>The pub was a pleasant enough place, certainly the main part of the building was from perhaps before the Civil war. It had dark beams and horse brasses as well as old photographs on the wall. Old knick knacks were distributed about the place. The place had the aroma of smoke and cannabis as well beer, and patchouli oil. It had a pleasant enough atmosphere.<br/><br/>After a short time Betty spotted Laura who smiled at her and nodded as she offered a drink to a couple of the locals. Her kids were with her. In the mean time Cath was dealing with a few matters with the landlord and she did not notice her middle child Jack scurry off back outside again followed by Daisy his older sister and finally tiny Lucy.<br/><br/>It looked like Jack might be up to no good, likely so after all Betty had met him before.<br/>