Tony glanced over at the man who had just appeared beside him. He seemed troubled- uneasy. This town seemed to breed ill-will and anxiety. He smirked to himself, thinking of the tidy sum he could probably garner in private practice here.
He too had noticed the posts up on the message board. He hadn't known what to make of it, though, so he had just observed. The more he read, the more it seemed like this was something that was happening within a specific group of people. Or he at least hoped that was the case. If there was more to it than that then he might have bitten off more than he could chew in this new life he had.
Tony raised his glass to the bartender. "'Nother please," he requested, his accent coming through a bit.