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"Where's that damn bar maid?"
Raving and Drunk no doubt. Silly to say he wasnt. But the odd thing about him was the fact that he happens to be the local sheriff. I have faith that by tomrrows morning he will have no recollection of ever being drunk and nor will i or anyone else in this town. "I asked for my drink hours ago, if i ran this institutionerzahhh" A rambling man in the middle of Horn Hut bar. Talking nonsense no doubt. "Shes ruined me for other women. The filthy whore has tainted my stability" "she hasn't done nothing" the old caretaker in the corner of the bar said. His wife. Thats who he was talking about i would assume.I know as much as you do. I am a new resident of charlington and have yet to grace the other citizens with my presence. to be continued...
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