[Contributing Game] Wild West & Black Souls

[Viradu]

Brief intro: The southern territories of the US during the age in which trains were struggling to unite California with the East. A group of prospectors led by a not-quite-human woman try to set a path for the iron horse.

[TheElf]

(led by?)

It is hard to set path for the Iron Horse, but it was harder to see where the station should be, and I have to fear: Designing the station will be even harder

[Viradu]

Night falls. The city is mostly quiet. People here are not given to nightly activities, except for a few saloons which slowly die down as the hours march on. After that, only the crickets' sound can be heard.

A soft knock-knock-knock at the lady's hotel room door disturbs the peace. Somebody is out there, and this person apparently can't wait till morning.

[TheElf]

Time to check, who is that. While some say, it is polite to ask first, the wise knows, it is far more wise to try to see, feel, hear or smell first, and a short "meditation" can sharpen the senses or feel "the danger".

Wisdom should come first, politeness and etiquette next, so time to check and ask: "Who is here?"

[Viradu]

"My name is Rockford, Winston Rockford," a male voice announces, "I've come to speak with the lady of the house, so to speak. I sincerely apologize for how late it is."

[TheElf]

I open the door

[TheElf]

*looks around*

[Viradu]

It is a man in his forties, good-looking, wearing an expensive suit, a top hat, and he's holding a black cane with a golden handle in his right hand. Also partially visible is a golden pocket watch in his front pocket.
ŤEr. Um. Sorry, I was admiring the woodwork on the corridor. May I come in?ť

[TheElf]

*thinks a bit, about etiquette, gossip, etc*

"Good evening, and feel free to come in."

[Viradu]

ŤNo-one will know I was ever here. Do not worry.ť he says as he walks into the room. ŤNice place you got here!ť he utters, making only obviously empty conversation.