[center][h2][color=ed1c24]The Wanderer: Gabriel Del'Tannon[/color][/h2][/center] 

The previous day was the hardest thing he'd had to deal with in a long time. Gabe wasn't used to crowds, or attention, save the wary glances from those who knew his reputation. He stayed near the middle to keep away from the reaching hands and the gifts being thrown, but realized he was still in the center of attention. He moved to the back, but only just before the last man on the team, his guns out for all to see as a warning, even now, to keep their distance. 

The procession tumbled along through the city, passing streets and alleyways he had run through and killed in his entire life. Memories passed through his mind like fading pictures. Gun shots echoed off the corners of his skull. Cries for mercy- 
He cleared his throat and rolled his head along his shoulders. Most of those men deserved it, and right now, that was behind him. He finally had a chance for a new life, or maybe he was simply speeding up his death. In truth, he'd be fine with either one. When night came, he stayed out in the street next to the wagons and camels. He only walked in to get a pint of hard booze for the road. 

He suspected everyone felt a sense of sudden fear or trepidation as they passed through the city gates the next day. He felt a small tremor of something, alright. He wasn't afraid, but neither was he filled with excitement or joy. Perhaps he was simply feeling the noose getting tighter. Whatever it was, it dropped around him like a tombstone. It passed quickly, thank Oasis. He put his hands around his gun hilts to feel something familiar, and he gazed around at his new position within the caravan. 

Gabriel found himself a little off to the left of the group, near the front but a few paces back. Close enough to listen, at least. Listening could keep a man alive. His rough hand around the reins of his camel. The beast snorted and clopped along obediently. He patted its side to keep it quiet. He needed to hear what was being said up ahead. 

The front man he'd heard about. Hannibal... Some crazy bastard known for his eccentricities and gadgets. As long as he didn't expect a warm hug, they'd probably get along fine. The two women caught his attention, and he grinned at the Shield maiden's words. He could understand her sarcasm. His family had been killed too, and he'd been forced to survive on his own. He just didn't quite have her publicity. Not that everyone had forgotten about the Del'tannons. He supposed he was just better or at hiding. His folks not being caught in a conspiracy also helped. 
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