Having moved along side the group, up until now. Lancer crawled up in to another abandoned building, giving him a clear view of the populated part of town. Lancer searched around the floor until he found a piece of paper with known distances to the town and surrounding area. He quickly spotted the airship. "well... that's not good. That sheriff is in for a heaping mess if that's who I think that is." he pulled out his rifle and aimed down his scope towards the ship. "eeyup. Now Brick... how do you feel about not having anymore easy access to rations? What do you mean you think the Sheriff is nice? I'm talking about us!? We need food, which we buy from them!" His voice began to hover somewhere between a whisper and a regular voice (like a whispering shout). "maybe that 'Sheriff' might 'accidentally' take a bullet to the head during, what I presume to be, an impending fight?" Lancers evil grin came out, as it always did when he knew he was about to draw blood. "Either way... we should stay and help. can't let the bandits get to our supply chain!" This time, he couldn't help but laugh out loud... maybe too loud, for being so close to the town. his laugh was cut short on him inhaling one of the flies that constantly buzzes around him "*cough, cough* Son of a get-around-mare! *Cough*" he wheezed quietly to himself.
Edited by Shoomfie, 08 April 2014 - 06:01 PM.



