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"Well, alright, let's go now," Ian said. It was a good afternoon, considering what had happened earlier. M was looking intently at the paper Mr. Cain had given him, Mr. Cain himself was looking worried about something, most likely being out after dark, which was understandable, after what happened to him last night. He was surprised M wasn't very scared. The other man, Ben, he was trotting along on his horse, a pretty well kept creature, which bode well for Ben's character. While everybody else was busy on their various things, Ian reloaded his Volcanic pistol, and put that safely away.
When they arrived at Mr. Cain's house, they hardly noticed the man waiting outside, until they were nearly inside said house. Mr. Cain had his hand on his revolver, but Ian drew his M1861 and pointed it at the man. The light was fading, and Ian couldn't tell much about the new stranger. He felt something on him, and turned around to see M peeking out at the man from behind him. Mr. Cain challenged the man, and he turned around from talking to Liu. He responded that he was looking for Mr. Cain, worker of the Huànyǐng dàlǐshí. But what was that he was about to say? The devil's stone or something? He was a religious, maybe a priest, but definately religious. Ben went with the priest idea, but Ian wanted to be sure. "Identify yourself," he ordered the new stranger, keeping his revolver pointed at the man. "I want name, occupation, and purpose for being here."
When they arrived at Mr. Cain's house, they hardly noticed the man waiting outside, until they were nearly inside said house. Mr. Cain had his hand on his revolver, but Ian drew his M1861 and pointed it at the man. The light was fading, and Ian couldn't tell much about the new stranger. He felt something on him, and turned around to see M peeking out at the man from behind him. Mr. Cain challenged the man, and he turned around from talking to Liu. He responded that he was looking for Mr. Cain, worker of the Huànyǐng dàlǐshí. But what was that he was about to say? The devil's stone or something? He was a religious, maybe a priest, but definately religious. Ben went with the priest idea, but Ian wanted to be sure. "Identify yourself," he ordered the new stranger, keeping his revolver pointed at the man. "I want name, occupation, and purpose for being here."