The practical aspect of their clothing is hardly missing from Billy's own fashion, even if he keeps himself rather smart with the black of his vest and trousers. His boots are made for riding and quick movement, even if they are made of fine alligator skin. The only thing truly ornamental for ornamental sake was the hilts and scabbards of his daggers. Beautifully cast and polished silver, carved with intricate patterns. Ivory hilts for his smaller blades. And in his hair, a silver hairpin, just as deadly as any of the blades on his waist.

All the same, the notes of the piano haunt the air with the guitar strum, and it almost feels... calming. At least gets his hands more relaxed, thumbs against his belt and palms at his sides. Not ready to throw a knife or pull his pistol.

"Billy Rocks. You are?"