The bandit was tied up in a chair in the Saloon. Most of the miners and lumberjacks had gone home. So the Saloon was almost completely empty. The only ones who were in the room were the bartender, Madame Oracle, her son Jebidiah, the counter working man, Yuti, and a few other drunks who stayed at the Saloon late into the night.
Salem was more focused on the bandit at the moment. She was sitting in a chair sitting across from him. He had some sort of natural shielding in his mind. Whether it was training or just experience. It was taking her a few minutes to get past it.
Meanwhile Madame Oracle watched from the side and judged her. "That is the wrong way. I told you to stop trying to brute force it." Madame Oracle sighed as she leaned on her cane.
Salem felt a twinge of annoyance but sighed as she closed her eyes and tried again.
