[@Corporal Hicks]

As soon as Monty walked in, assuming he was going to be questioned as to why he came in such a place and if he was in his right mind, he was approached by a gentleman who asked him as question about purchasing a cigar and tobacco. Now....Monty have had a few run-ins with some decent white men, if there ever was one he could speak of. And with this man approaching him like a common customer, Monty froze for a moment and slightly tilted his head to this new approach. He could tell this man didn't sound like he was from the south but, he was a ittle pleased this man was kind enough to offer him something.

Monty responded "No thank ya, suh(sir). No disrespeck...but I's mo' of ah drinkah than ah smokah". Tipping his hat and was about to ask him about something until, someone called his name. Monty looked over to notice a man behind the bar and talking with the unusual accent. Monty have heard it before but he couldn't put his finger on who that was just yet. he walked closer to the man at the bar and stared on. We's met befo' right?" he asked the man. with his guitar still strapped to his back and trying to kid the view of the guns on his holsters, Monty wanted to get down to the bottom of how this man knew him.