After several fruitless minutes of searching, the Path member had half a mind to give up: Beaumont was only a small town, not worth spending all the time in the world in. He was still on Main Street however, when a man - the mayor, unbeknownst to him, approached. Within a moment, the situation had escalated drastically - and the Path member soon found himself looking down the barrel of a gun. ’Friend or foe?’ The member thought to himself, ’How ridiculous. This is no way to act...’
While the Path member himself was also armed - his own Colt revolver secured discretely on his person, now wouldn’t be the best time to draw it: for one, he was in an unfamiliar area with little chance of assistance should a gunfight break out, and two, who knew who else could be nearby? They could easily come to this man’s aid instead of his. So he shrugged, and instead began to speak. “What kind of paranoia drives a man to pull a gun on someone innocently leading their horse through town?” The Path member called out to the man, “Perhaps you should ask yourself whether or not it’s the actions of folk like you that make people being out at night such an irregular occurrence...” Now, it wasn’t that this particular Path member relished confrontation, it was just that he wasn’t about to messed with in such an infuriating manner: and besides, there would be no anger back home if he were to respond in kind to this man, who’d started things off like this.