<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v140/Lockepick/Character%20Pictures/8b5a6740-17a0-4466-b9ff-72090d36659c_zpsbadf0357.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Bresnahan</span>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=188184.msg9096189#msg9096189)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Anchor Point<br/><strong>Time</strong>: --<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Black high collared sleeveless shirt, black pants, heavy belt, fingerless gloves.<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Bresnahan stepped back quickly as Oswald opened he was leaning against. He stood upright, eyebrows furrowing at the sight of the man in an effort to take a measure of him. Bresnahan moved to the side, just watching as the conversations happened around him. He gave a brief salute towards Oswald at the introduction, only speaking up to give his own name, "Bresnahan." Any further pleasantries would have to be assumed. The horses were brought up, and Bresnahan smiled. With how rude their send off was, he didn't expect them to actually offer those kinds of amenities. It was good to know his faith in the Institute had paid off.<br/><br/>He looked to Borpal and Sweetwater to see if their conversation with Oswald was done, giving a nod to signal he was ready to start their journey whenever they were. He made his way to the door, idly glancing outside to get a better view of where they were going. It was less about fear, and more simply about excitement to get things going. He put his swords back into their sheaths for the moment, figuring he'd need his hands for the horses anyway.