<<< with a small bowler hat and a leather vest. He stood between Ashe and the stranger as Ashe kept walking, putting a decent distance between the two.

<<< out a whistle. Dozens of more members of The Deadlock Gang appeared from various angles, some of which were Omnics kitted out with silver as their bling.

❝ Reckon this makes things fair if you werewolves are as strong as the children's stories say. ❞

Then up came B.O.B, a hulking Omnic >>>

❝ I was sayin' it like "I ain't your mom, so get your own damn bacon", Shitbird. Get your mind out of the gutter... ❞

Cue Ashe walking off, flipping the other the bird.

<<< though, so let's take this outside so we don't ruin this establishment... ❞

Didn't take long for Ashe to walk out with each and every person, save for the barkeep, joining her with their guns drawn.

<<< it is simple... You either drop this little daydream of you claiming my bounty or get blasted 'till kingdom come.

Can't promise anythin' if you can't, Darlin'. ❞

<<< trained right on the woman who put down the wanted poster.

❝ Now we can do this the easy way or we can do this /my/ way... Ball's in your court, Lil Missy.~ ❞

Seems everyone in the establishment is on the side of the wanted out of respect for their leader. Quite the conundrum, wasn't it?

❝ 'Scuse me? Now where the hell did you get /that/ idea? ❞

<<< however, Ashe was able to wait for the white haired stranger. Now all she as to do is just that...

She was sat up at the bar, a tumbler glass full of whiskey in her right hand.

[ @silver.quill.blue ]

Reports of some kind of bone white haired woman going on a bar hopping spree were circulating around Deadlock Gorge, and Ashe wasn't taking too kindly to the notion her name could get dragged into the whole situation. Based on the trend set by this mysterious bar hopper >>>

❝ His name's Bob. Why, you lookin' to get to know 'im? ❞

Bit of a warning, he's not much of a talker.