Post by Sheriff Reagan Fletcher on Oct 29, 2017 14:05:55 GMT -8
From the south, you hear hoofbeats approaching your location. It is a man riding on a 5-year-old brown mustang. Once he arrives you'd see he was a white-haired man wearing a stereotypical range of cowboy attire; his hat has a zebra print, while the clothing on his upper torso, his belt, wand holster, and his scarf have a leopard print. He wears a sheriff's badge, in the shape of the Aozora Sky Sword, on his left side. He was the Sheriff of Fletcher, the town Fort Goulding is near.
The Sheriff has what looks like a white stick in his mouth that he sometimes switches from one side of his mouth to the other and sometimes sucks in air while he talks to @durgash and Medus.
"What's goin' on here, fellas? Huntin' varmints?" He chuckles as he looks at the captured bandits. "These guys ambush travellers going in and out of our town sometimes. I'm right grateful someone's finally caught 'em, would ya mind following me to town? I got a jail cell waiting for these bandits."
The Sheriff has what looks like a white stick in his mouth that he sometimes switches from one side of his mouth to the other and sometimes sucks in air while he talks to @durgash and Medus.
"What's goin' on here, fellas? Huntin' varmints?" He chuckles as he looks at the captured bandits. "These guys ambush travellers going in and out of our town sometimes. I'm right grateful someone's finally caught 'em, would ya mind following me to town? I got a jail cell waiting for these bandits."
