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"I'm Dominic, and I apologize for not introducing myself earlier." He said with a slight bow, cracking a grin at his over-formality.

He nodded in acknowledgement as Fumi made her way to the door. The young man admitted his curiousity towards the woman. He'd killed someone infront of her and she had invited him to her room; a few things went through his head then. Either she was going to question his actions, thank him personally or this was a very ellaborate trap; Dominic hoped it was the second option of the three.

"I'll be back later for a cup or two of coffee Sam." Dominic announced with a nod, moving to follow Fumi.

Dominic nodded when she told him to wait; he remained standing and unsure of what to do. He paced around the room flipping through a couple of old newspapers and reading a few headlines. His face crinkled when he caught the sent of something he couldn't identify, and didn't really wish to search for. When he heard the shower water turn off and Yumi return he moved near to the couch but leaned on the arm of the couch furthest from Yumi, he was still wary. He immediately tensed when she mentioned she worked for the newspaper; especially when she was the writer for the crime article.

"I'm going to cut to the chase, why did you bring me here?" He was on the defensive now.

Dominic preyed on low-rung criminals in this city; it was essentially his livelihood. A woman like this was a real danger to him, she could spread his description across the city, then he might have to find another way to survive. He shuddered at the thought of common work, getting payed very little for far to much work.

Dominic's hand moved fast and shuffled some clutter off the couch. He sat down hard, a puff of dust coming up around him, he waved it away without a cough. Bringing his boots up they crossed on the coffee table, he leaned back abit and crossed his arms before him staring at her for a moment. He was trying to think about how best to talk about this, he'd heard stuff about the place being nicer before. He'd even heard the rumors that the city wasn't a safe haven but rather a cesspool worse then what was outside.

"Well, I'm not really a crime fighter or any such thing." He stated, breaking the silence, "I'm what's called a catcher, I trap the low-rung fellows and rob them. Most of the time it's petty stuff like wallets or what every new drug they have. Sometimes I get nice stuff like these guns from your assailant which I fence or sell for a fairly good price."

He cocked an eyebrow to gauge her reaction to him admitting to be nothing more then a skilled thug before continuing, "I have heard from many people that there are ways out of the city, that it's green outside. There's blue sky's and a animals and grass; things I've only seen in history books."

"Of course those are mixed with rumors that were in some sort of giant city ship zooming through space." He accentuated his point with his hand zipping out and about like some primitive aircraft, "I've heard guys mention maps for sale that show ways out of the city. Thinking back on it I've had enough cash sometimes to buy one of those maps but it's always seemed like some sort of fairy tale to me."

smileing ""don't worry these will blok them for a wile and we can gain some speed on them also if you want to go just please give sara back her blade." turning and walking back into the brush.

It was a struggle to speak, yet finally, (and by the grace of all the gods he tried to stay faithful to,) Cuthbert managed to utter a weak question in the form of an almost-inaudible squeak. "Where are we going, sir gunslinger?"
Roland stopped, his back still to them. "If you value our friendship, please do not call me such name." Roland said mildly enough. He was angry, yes, but not enough to project it across his friends, horse or no horse.
"But it's your title now, m'lord." Alain protested, a little stronger vocied than Bert, yet his knees shook violently, regardless. This was Roland, for the gods' sakes. He had been friends with both he and Cuthbert since the bib.
Roland froze, and Cuthbert expected his friend to turn with the bombadier's eyes again, staring them down as he shot them dead. This thought made him want his own guns. If nothing than for protection.
Roland did turn to them, yet his features were lightened, not the possesion of the Eld blood within him. "Nay, fellows." Roland said, bringing his hands in front of him, the first true parting from the big irons since he had put them on. "I cannot be a gunslinger to ye, merely Roland." He said in a half pleading tone. "I should not have any of this gunslinger business. Not until I come of age."
"That's now." Alain said, seeing his friend's face like that strengthened his voice back to the norm. "For when you take the men in Gray suits down, you will have made your place within the Halls of Eld. And with your father's big irons, of all things."
Cuthbert was almost certain that he would see Alain eating the dirt he fell into now, was sure of it. Yet it did not happen. And for this he was grateful. Roland simply nodded and turned back around, his fingers going back to the sandalwood grips, dancing along the ancient handles.

"Like I told you, some guys try to sell them to me while I'm fencing." Dominic announced, crossing his arms behind his head.

He twitched his foot up and down thinking about what to tell her. The youth knew what she wanted, but these people were his business and she was a reporter. The idea was tough, he shifted through his mind and the markets he knew about. With a slight nod understanding that even though she gave her word; whoever he took her too was going to end up in the news, might as well make it someone he didn't like.

"I'll take you to someone who offered once, said it was the most detailed one still in existance." He explained, his boots hitting the floor and he stood straight, "I must warn you it's going to cost a pretty penny, and you best stick close to me. The place we are going to is not someplace a pretty young woman would want be alone in."

Naara looked at Milo gratefully and handed Sara her blade. "Thank you for your kindness," she said with a little bow. Then she took off running. I need to get away from here... she thought urgently. As she ran blindly, she saw a man ahead of her. He seemed calm enough, apparently unaware of the battle taking place just over the hill behind her. He was staring in a strange manner at the bushes and grass around him, as if he was totally amazed by these things. That's very odd... she thought. She was very close to him now. For some reason, she didn't feel that he was dangerous. Perhaps it was a feeling caused by the fact that she had just run away from the huge, dangerous weapons. Or perhaps she was just delerious from the whirlwind of activity that she'd been experiencing today. "Hey!" she called out to the man. "Are you okay?"