
It's... quiet. The morning is quiet and dull and even the animals lingering on the fringes of town seem a bit at a loss for what to do. The town as a whole seems to be waiting with bated breath, for the outcome of the tie.
A few moments later Tarvek and Nisha follow him out, leashed to him by a rope binding their hands and a blindfold around their eyes. In the Sheriff's other hand are two pistols. He'll lead them to the center of the town and place a pistol in each of their hands before pulling out a knife and cutting the ropes binding them. He pulls off the blindfold afterwards.
He turns back to the town after, glancing at the few stray animals that have set up on the porches to watch. A crow nearby caws out from on top of the Saloon sign. The Sheriff looks to the hotel and a moment later, the bells on top of the church begin to ring. He calls out, louder than naturally possible,
"Execution time, folks! Nisha Kadam and Tarvek Sturmvoraus have elected to duel to the death. Come and witness."
And then, as indifferent as ever, he pops a piece of tobacco. |
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[ And Sara settles down, resting her back against the bars. ]
So am I allowed to ask how many, or is this another secret?
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...Sheriff didn't exactly give a protocol for what happens after he's outed me to everyone. I don't mind being a little more forthcoming than him. Withholding information is what got us in this situation.
There are two of us, one other than me.
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[ A pause, and then she shakes her head. ]
Asking who's too much, though, huh. But that's already a big help.
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But at least we know it's not apparently a shifting role.
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[ She says this with a tiny smile. ]
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[ a dignified sniff. ]