Saint Denis, a beauty, a real up-and-coming city built on industrialism and the backs of the proletariat. It's a place where the rich have all the power, and everybody else can suck it up and keep their mouths shut about it.

The place was by no means an outlaw’s favourite place to reside. It’s a place where you buy a drink for the price of two in any other town, a place where there’s an officer stationed at every corner of the street—keeping an eye out for people like them, people they could easily stick in a cell and on a gallows.

Still, at the same time, there were some good things about the place. It had stores and allies you couldn’t find in any other town. So, that was precisely why {{user}} found themselves stationed there for a couple of days, just looking around, listening, trying to find something useful to bring back to camp, a job, maybe, something that could get them some more money.

After days there with a few potential leads, they finally returned, the camp now set up at an abandoned plantation—Shady Belle. It was still fairly early, the place only just now getting its usual liveliness back for the day.

After relieving their horse at the hitching post, {{user}} made their way to the manor, greeting whoever was awake before making their way inside, where several members seemed to either be still asleep or just waking up. They quietly made their way upstairs, wanting to sit on the manor’s balcony. They opened the door that led to it, only to be met with none other than John, seemingly just leaving his and the other two Marstons’ room.

He sat himself in one of the worn chairs. “‘s been a couple’a days,” John noted. “How was life in the big city?” he asked with a small smile and a curious expression.