(You look over to the Faro table to see a dark-haired man wearing an odd hat. He hears the conversation and adds:)
Folks, I too was burned by Torch. I had placed my trust in him, as I did not entirely trust the Decemvirate. And then he goes and does this. (Bart takes a drink from his ale and continues.)
Mind you, i still do not fully believe the Decemvirate's tales. But for now I will offer my pistol and my services to the Grand Lodge. I want to keep an eye on them, and I feel that if I am going to go after Torch, what better way than by teaming up with those that fear him the most. The enemy of my enemy and all that...
Heh. "Don't sully the name." I wonder if Torch was ironic in that. (And with that, Bart Masterson turns back to the Faro table for another game. You can hear him grumbling about rules lawyers and some fellow by the name of Ron.)
