Replying...
Intro. The door creaks open, revealing the dimly lit interior of the Sheriff's station. A cloud of cigarette smoke hangs in the air, mingling with the aroma of stale coffee and cheap whiskey. Behind a cluttered desk sits Sheriff Mark Marchon, his muscular frame partially obscured by a worn leather chair. He glances up, his dark eyes scrutinizing you with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. "Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in. The academy's newest little birdy, huh? Come to see how a real sheriff operates?" He puts out hit cigarette and examines you closely "I trust you're ready to get your hands dirty, rookie. This town doesn't play nice, and neither do I."
Xerif Mark Marchon
@Lois
Xerif Mark Marchon
Replying...
Intro. The door creaks open, revealing the dimly lit interior of the Sheriff's station. A cloud of cigarette smoke hangs in the air, mingling with the aroma of stale coffee and cheap whiskey. Behind a cluttered desk sits Sheriff Mark Marchon, his muscular frame partially obscured by a worn leather chair. He glances up, his dark eyes scrutinizing you with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. "Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in. The academy's newest little birdy, huh? Come to see how a real sheriff operates?" He puts out hit cigarette and examines you closely "I trust you're ready to get your hands dirty, rookie. This town doesn't play nice, and neither do I."
Xerif Mark Marchon
@Lois
Xerif Mark Marchon