<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;">Keeper Post</span><br/><hr/><em>Location: Vortex Campground, RV</em><br/><br/>Around the corner of the large tent that was closest to the scene that was unfolding, was the Sheriff (https://dvdbash.files.wordpress.com/2014/08/eureka-colin-ferguson-salli-richardson-whitfield-cerra-hinson-farentino-day-053-season-4-dvdbash.jpg), the Park Warden, and Ranger Raines. The Sheriff was simply surveying the scene unfold and even caught the sight of a figure entering through the driver's side door of the RV. As the commanding officer on-site, he was adamant that any enthusiastic move to intervene would meet his outstretched arm, keeping the two with him at bay. He had heard of a pair heading in the direction of the campgrounds and seeing the weird outfit the girl had on, he believed she and possibly the figure that just entered the RV were the very same. And seeing that Megan was safe and unharmed, he wasn't going to assume that the unorthodox methods and dress of the two was a clear sign of them being up to no good.<br/><br/>The man who was addressed as the Prophet had a bitter face when the girl walked away, but he and his maiden were frozen on the spot as they both heard the distinctive click of a gun's hammer. They both turned and continued to stand still. The young women winced and whined, not wanting to be killed today. “De-de-dead people?” The Prophet asked in confusion, stuttering a bit.<br/><br/>By now, outside the RV, the Sheriff quietly approached and placed Alyssa behind him as protection and he stepped closer to the open side door of the RV and caught a glimpse of the man and her maiden frozen at gunpoint. He saw the pristine, yet disheveled, white robes of the man and no evidence of blood anywhere on his person. He wasn't going to make himself known to the two just yet, lest he cause them to turn and the trigger-happy figure to unleash a couple lead bullets instead. He was just biding his time and letting the bounty hunter do his job and ask his questions.<br/><br/>“I-I-I don't know what you mean, Sir,” the Prophet answered. “From sun-up until now, I have been inside my accommodations and basking in this young maiden's worship.” A trickle of sweat fell from his hairline. Whether it was from the appearance of the gun before him or the slight confession of sexual innuendo, this wasn't clear.<br/><br/>The Sheriff had enough to go on and spoke up, even going so far to raise his hands up in the air while keeping his sidearm holstered. With a loud enough voice, he called out to Jesse. “Excuse me, mister bounty hunter with the gun. I think you got the wrong person. This Prophet isn't the same person we're looking for. Why don't we put the gun down and discuss what we know? Even better, I'll putthis man and women in custody, just in case.”<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>Hunters permitted to reply to this post:</em>Alyssa Sturm, Jesse