Meytir sat in silence smirking at the bartender with his previous comment knowing he had pissed him off. As the wrestling match began he simply placed a hand upon his brow as the various men and women began to place bets on who would be victorious,<strong>"Idiots,"</strong>Meytir spoke aloud just before seeing the priest walk into the Saloon,<strong>"Every last one of em."</strong>he began to rise from his seat with the intention to break up the fight.<br/><br/>He removed his black tanned hat placing it upon the blood stained jacket revealing his long dark brown hair as he stood in anger before the rest of the morons in the saloon. He swiftly moved from one end of the bar to the other and at this point he noticed the gun priest yell his words of god speak as he attempted to deliver a blow to the chest of the self-proclaimed 'Best in the West.' Although Meytir was not a big fan of men in the cloth, simply due to the fact they<em>always</em>try to convert you to their religion, he gave a big smirk seeing the justice done.<br/><br/>As Meytir finally reached the three through the crowd disappointed by the sudden interruption he calmly gave a hand to the Drifter,<strong>"Can't a man get one moment of peace round' here to enjoy the drink?"</strong>he spoke to her before looking over to the priest.<strong>"I thank ye, sir.</strong>" he spoke to the man as he saw the anger filled within his eyes and gave him a pat on the back before looking over Zieg making sure the man was alright.