Elizabeth kept quiet and rather motionless when the group of soldiers arrived, as did one of the girls as they past her. Elizabeth didn’t want any trouble, and didn’t get any, seeing as the soldiers were not after her. She sighed with relief. For a second, she thought that maybe they were involved in the raid of her manor house, and were out to finish the Watson lineage.
Rory just drank his whiskey, and didn’t seem to care about much. He was used to conflict and violence, after all. And whiskey.
The bartender mentioned legal action, though Elizabeth couldn’t guess what authority he’d have for the time being.
The soldiers in the centre of the inn, who were not disturbed by the other group of soldiers, did not do much until one stood up to speak to a quiet woman. Things seemed a bit unsettling, and there was no telling when the other soldiers would come back. Since the group went together, they must have been desperate or cautious.
The barmaids did a little to return to the usual mood, by setting up the place a bit. Not much really happened. Rory casually scanned the area, seeing a girl put her hand on her gun, and a man with a cowboy hat before a half-eaten meal. Rory had a feeling that man could be relied upon if anything dangerous happened, but, for now, whiskey.
One of the girls, who wore a big jacket, grasped her chest and hyperventilated, which Elizabeth noticed. She watched as the young woman went over to another table, then asking what was wrong.
Rory sipped some more whiskey, but was unconcerned with things, for now. Nevertheless, the rush of hard liquor shook his senses, and he would keep an eye out. Not wearing a hat, his vision wasn’t obstructed.
And then...
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