Re: Bowerstone Tavern
TJ comes in after a week of sleeping off a mysterious hangover that he can't remember what caused it because he doesnt remember drinking. Hes been to the tailor and had his black highwayman's jacket modifyed. Its sleeves have been replaced with normal leather sleeves that match the rest of the coat, and the clips on the side that are used to close it have been removed. He sits down and orders a beer. "Nice to meet you all for the first time!" He sais happily.
Just then TJ feels a tap on his sholder.
"Hu? Oh, hi sheriff. Sit down, have a drink!"
The sheriff just frowns and hands TJ a peice of paper.
"Whats this?" Asks TJ. "Public intoxication, Puplic indecency, disturbing the peace.... Huh, guess I was drinking last week." TJ hands the sheriff a bag of money. "Heres the money for the fines, sorry about all that. Heres a little bit for yourself too. See you later officer."
"Not so fast there pal, theres one more." Sais the sheriff, handing TJ another ticket.
"Jeez, give me a freaking break." Sais TJ, taking the ticket. "MURDER!? Theres no way that can be right!"
"You shot the guard that tryed to arrest you for those other charges last week." Sais the sheriff.
" Oh yeah. He was a real prick. But theres no way one little shot to the crotch was fatal." Argues TJ.
"It was" Sais the sheriff. "He had a wife and kids, you know."
"We both know thats a lie sheriff." Sais TJ. "Only people who own a house can marry and have kids, and guards can't own houses. A guard with a family is phisicaly impossible."
"Ok, fine. He didnt have a family." Admits the sheriff. "But you still gotta pay that fine."
TJ give the sheriff a questioning look. "He seriously died? I thought the gaurds all got bullet proof underwear last month."
"We did. But their really itchy and cause rashes."
"That sucks." Sais TJ. "Well whatever. Here is 500 gold for the guard. Oh, and take this too." TJ hands the guard one of his resurection phails. "I never use these, and I've got plenty of them if I ever need one. Take this and pour it down the dead guards throught, he will be fine in no time. You might want to have an ice pack on hand for that bullet wound though. Make sure that prick knows that we are even now too. And turn off that damn clocktower bell, people are trying to drink here."
The sheriff takes the fine money and potion and leaves. The annoying bell stops soon afterward.