Deacon bows from the waist and says, "I'm Deacon Sligh, stage magician and escape artist at your service. I would say I'm not crazy, but you probably won't believe me."<br/><br/>He listened at the other man called for the quack, listening for her answer. He suddenly wished he had not given away the tire iron, he felt the distinct possibility that he was going to need it. Of course there were other weapons around, one just had to know what to look for.<br/><br/>Without moving he looked about for anything he might use as a weapon in a pinch. Stories of people getting beaten and robbed at way side places like this were common, and real. He was still trying to shake off the effects of that rining, and the migrane it had given him."I hope the quack at least has asprine, my head feels like its going to split open."