attn: Enzo, Landon / mention: Klaus, Caroline, Jeremy
They were a motley crew alright, but with the current state of affairs, it couldn't be helped. Tyler Lockwood never imagined that Klaus Mikaelson of all people would sit in this position of authority over so many. Being driven to the Crescent Lands for Sanctuary was a risk to others around him, but he had to take that risk. He couldn’t sit around and let Klaus get close to his Uncle Mason. For the first time in his life, Tyler actually did something to protect the most important people in his life. Mason was the only one that actually gave a damn about him when he was a kid. Klaus wouldn't lay a finger on him if he could help it.
Stepping out of the old beat up truck, the werewolf wrinkled his nose. Varying smells assaulted his senses. Disregarding the smell of ash and death from his companions, Tyler turned his gaze toward the others in the Quarter. He was safe for the moment as he determined that most around them were mere humans. That could buy them some time and help keep them from being noticed, or at least he hoped so. There were those hidden amongst various members of the supernatural community who knew who he was and would gladly expose him to curry favor with Klaus. He stood less chance of being spotted amongst the humans though. He had to admit that.
Tyler knew stepping out like this would irritate The Armory. He didn't honestly care. He had worked with Enzo and Jeremy more than once. Gilbert was his partner, so to speak, when hunting vamps and other monsters before the world went to hell. Now that EVERYONE knew that vampires, werewolves and such were real all bets were off. Did humans have any ideas who he was and his connection to Klaus and Caroline? It was likely not. If he could maybe find his Uncle then his remaining caution could be more alleviated. Tyler was not known to be cautious in the past, but it was strange what being an adult did for a trust fund baby like the Lockwood heir.
Tyler took a seat in one of the tables of the outdoor cafes that were off the main drag. He kept his back toward the buildings and his attention focused around him on the massive throngs of people. He had learned this little technique from Gilbert about how to watch a crowd. It seemed like his former rival for Vicky Donovan's attention was actually good for something in his life.
With the approach of the setting sun, Tyler anticipated the arrival of supernatural creatures at any minute. He flashed a handsome grin when a beautiful blonde came up to take their order for the cafe. "I'll take a cheeseburger and a beer." The werewolf was turning on the charm so thick that it was almost palpable. She turned to his companions to inquire about their orders. Tyler winked at her. He was prepared to pay for anything the others wanted.
In anticipation of being exposed like this, Tyler started to assess their chance should something transpire. Tyler already knew he could hold his own given the situation. Enzo had been in a few scrapes in his life. He wasn't a concern to the wolf. The boy Landon was not known by Tyler. He hoped that the boy wouldn't be a liability. He'd watch the kid to make sure he didn't get in trouble.
Tyler noticed that there was a couple; a man and woman, that seemed to be watching them a little too closely. Tyler motioned toward them with his head. While wolves had a powerful sense of smell, vampires had superior hearing. His instinct was that they were being watched. His muscles rippled. He didn't relish being in a fight so quickly upon their arrival in the Quarter. Then again, Klaus Mikaelson spoke loudly. Bounty hunters were not just relegated to monsters. Humans could be pretty low when it came to this profession too.