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Sorry but Bringer-of-Hope will have to opt out of this game.

Well, in my case there was this James Harris guy I wanted to kill, he won't be there so I might change that and add why I'm friends with this dead Professor.

So, basically, I'll have to refluff Henry. Will work on it.

"Oh, thank you sir, you're very kind."

Henry walks slowly to the point the blond man has just told him about, taking his time in an attempt to catch some of the conversation between Harris and the rest. When he finally arrived, he humbly introduces himself. "Mr. Charles, sir? Name's Henry. The kind man at the reception asked me to help you with the luggage."

Henry is hoping that the luggage belongs to Harris, so he can find out where his room is. If it doesn't, he plans on offering a luggage carry directly to the people involved in the conversation.

Finding that the stranger seems to focus his interest elsewhere, Henry decides to look for another way to know the place and its people in his seek for a potential plan or allies.

He enters the hotel, decided to go straight to the receptionist and ask for any job that could give him an excuse to be around, when he recognises Harris among other people in the hall. A tremendous effort is needed to not just jump on Harris and bite his neck, and the soothing words from Mikinak are just an inch of being ignored. Finally, though, he recovers, and goes to the desk.

On his way to the receptionist's desk, Henry fakes being stumbled by the gentlemen and tries to sneak in a minor spell Detect Magic on the group. Once face to face with the man in charge of the reception, he goes "Excuse me, sir, but I'm new in town. I be looking for anything I can do for you in exchange of a few cash. I'm strong and tough, and can carry anything around for you if you please, or can do any other task. Try me for free for a few days, and you'll see yourself." Meanwhile, though, he has an ear and an eye set on the conversation between Harris and the other strangers.

I'm actually waiting for other players to react to Bringer's interaction attempts. All of Bringer's actions are right now focused on trying to kill Harris tonight, and once he detected a lot of magical people he starts considering getting some help.

"My name is Harris, James Cameron-Harris

Wait, is this happening inside or outside?

Bringer was only looking for abscence or presence of magic, for now.

The stranger, a clearly indian-blood youngster with quite poor attires, smiles to Maiitsoh. "Ah, you're very well observant, Sir. From here I ain't, you're right."

"Name's Henry" he introduces himself. "I need to deliver a message to a man named Harris. Have you by chance stumbled upon him here in the hotel?"

"Oh, come on..."

All of that people walking around with strange auras, but these three...

"So... Let's get the lay of the land a bit..."

He walks to the strangers coming out of the hotel, trying to keep a humble appearance. He's not sure how mestizos are treated that far west from home, though he could bet his left hand that they're no more welcomed than anywhere else.

With a colourful and out of order bowing, he breaks the ice. "Hello, Ma'am and Sirs. Are you new in town?"

"Damn, what's with so many weird people?" Bringer starts to think coming here was not the best of ideas, and weighs some other solutions. He could wait for Harris to come out, though it seems he'll be escorted. He might follow him to his next assignment, but who knows how long would that take... In the end, he decides to wait for the night and try a quick sneak in. Meanwhile, he'll take note of the people coming in and out of the hotel, and see if he can discern any pattern. Who knows, maybe he can interrogate one of them...

Ah, sorry, somehow I understood that one of them was separating from the group.

Bringer decides to pose as a drunk - most of his family were lost souls anyway, and that would be what's expected. He takes a walk or two around the hotel, examining it and being attentive of whoever enters or exits. He's also using Detect Magic.

"How about that?"

Yes, the perfect chance. The spirits are beside him, Bringer thinks. Carefully and discreetly, he follows the man, looking for a chance to join him if he visits a tavern, or board him if he ends up alone. "Grant me the quietness of the snake, spirits" he whispers.

Stealth, Guidance: 1d20 + 15 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 15 + 1 = 32 +2 if starts and ends turn in concealment or cover.

So, finally. It's been a long way back from North Carolina, but in the end his prey is near. Bringer can smell the blood he's going to spill, the satisfaction.

"You shouldn't rejoice in that." Of course. His totem spirit, Mikinak, acts as his conscience. They had a deal, long ago - or not that long, but it seems ages, since so many things have happened. Mikinak would help Bringer find his pray, and then he would follow her advice.

The trail had taken him to Salt Lake City, a quite new place in the Utah Territory, founded not long ago by Smith and his Mormon people. The spirits have been helpful, and when not, asking goes a long way. James Harris seems to be a big shot, something to be taken into consideration - he won't be defenseless. Bringer has been asking around town, specifically moving through low class places, and someone finally told him about the hotel yesterday, after several shots of bourbon.

Wearing no more than a dirty old canvas jumpsuit and a once white linen shirt, Bringer cannot even dream of entering the hotel. He has to look for another way.

Bringer takes a look outside, and seeks for any open windows. He notes them mentally, but still decides to wait for the darkness. Meanwhile, he'll have to deal with his other problem: he doesn't know in which room Harris is staying...