To Kaflant -
The sherrif speaks, "Many times you've been in the town you say? Strange, but I do not recognize you. Do you do your buisness through skulking in shadows and lurking in alleys? Perhaps ye be in the buisness of breaking and entering, and just came in to the establishment to whet your lips with an ale after a failed robery?"
To Dorgath and Ryld -
The bartender, as well as everyone else, is watching the confrontation at the back of the room. The barkeep whispers very softly. "About a year ago, the sherrif's wife and two sons were burned alive in a fire. He lost everything and now lives in the basement of the jailhouse. For days afterward he walked about the town flogging himself and saying 'twas his sins that caused his house to burn and his family to die. Ever since, he's had a mean streak and a paranoid disposition."
To all other players -
Who do we have? rkolsch? Are you there?