Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20141217155427/@comment-768817-20141221161026

Vance had been drinking away his sorrows for a while, here. He hadn't gotten a job in weeks, he was considering starting to sell his services as a mercenary. It didn't seem like people wanted a detective who looked like he'd be dragged down the trail tied to a horse.

He heard the cry for a 'Sander Laffayette' the name sounded familiar, and important, but he couldn't place it. Then suddenly it hit him, ''Jackson... According to Jackson, a man named Laffayette was the one resposible for the attack on that shipment.''

Vance glanced up to find identify the man, staring at him for a short while, to commit the face to memory, then looked back into his drink.