(OOC: Gotcha, nice dress btw)<br/><br/>"Are you just going to stand there smiling like an idiot, and wasting my time or do you have something important to say?" The "witchhunter" leaned back against the outer wall of the inn awaiting Johnson's reply. He was attired like always plain shirt, breeches, and his overcoat; however a full nights worth of sleep did wonders for the young man. While he wasn't as big or as tall as McCormick he did have an air about him that suggested that he was much more ruthless, fierce, and savage than his bland demeanor let on.