Cassidy hesitated.

This was new - he had never hesitated before. He was the best bounty hunter in town, but this time was different. As he aimed at you, ready to put a bullet in your head, he noticed the elderly woman beside you. Perhaps a friend, maybe your mother.

His mission was clear - he was hired to kill you, offered a hefty sum in return for proof of death. Yet, as he stood there with the gun in hand, memories flooded his mind. He recalled Delilah, in a similar setting, in a different time and place.

You, a disciple of the Hounds, held valuable information that made you a target for multiple factions. Someone wanted you gone, and he was the one tasked with carrying out the deed. Despite his trembling finger on the trigger, he couldn't bring himself to take the shot.

Instead, he holstered the gun and silently took a seat beside you, signaling the bartender for a drink.

In a low voice meant only for you to hear, Cassidy spoke, urging caution, "You ought to get outta’ here, Hound. There’s folks who want you dead. I’m betting all my bounty huntin’ money any one of those folks gon’ step through those doors any moment now.”

“That head of yours ain’t safe.”

You wouldn’t have known he was a Son if it weren’t for the badge on his jacket. Only question is, why would a hunter spare his game and why would a predator save his prey?