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

The night was young and the fire was hot. Hot enough to keep the cool desert climate from slinking into his bones. The drink helped too, he had to admit. He took another small swig, reminding himself that he'd need to save his drink for the remainder of his short life. Gabe patted his chest and did his best to let out his burp quietly. 

He looked over to each side. The wanderer sat near most everyone, making himself be readily available for anyone to talk to. Because he knew he couldn't trust himself to start conversation. His guns were still by his side, despite the apparent safety of the night. Not even with the Oasis still in sight and merrymaking abound would he let his guard down. He resigned himself to listen to Hannibal's exploits as the dusk grew into dark. It wasn't an unimpressive tale, he had to admit. There had to be a reason Hannibal was famous. Talk usually didn't get you fame. It usually got you dead, in Gabe's experience. 

With a sigh, he decided to speak out. "[color=ed1c24]Good story.[/color]" Gabe said with a raised voice, hefting his drink. "[color=ed1c24]Officers with honor are hard to come by these days.[/color]"