Micah Bell

    Micah Bell

    πŸ₯ƒ | Observing.

    Micah Bell
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    A sight for sore eyes, he thought, watching you move around the bar as he sipped his beer β€” chatting up everyone.

    You were at the Saint Denis bar, looking your best; per usual. You walked around the bar talking to all sorts of people β€” mostly older, rich men.

    What surprised the outlaw more was seeing you effortlessly pickpocket a few; piquing his interest further.