User blog comment:NyricTheDeceiver/The Last Hunt/@comment-26322734-20160228000129

Oswald's Oxfords crunched the snow and dead leaves below him as he, with his cabal, went to the specified coordinates. The Witch on the Path of Thistle, of the Silver Ladder dressed the way one from the elite order of mageocrats, priest-kings, and magic philosophers, and occult ubermenschen would expect: sharply and fashionably. He wore a purple and dark blue striped button-up shirt, a black sweatervest, black slacks, and black Oxfords. Over his shirt was a heavy leather long coat, which hid the dual silver rapiers and the pistol holstered on his belt.

"Wait."

He raised his hand and motioned for his cabal. Gunfire.

(Intelligence + Investigation check = 3)