OOC: Stonetooth, it's still very early in the mornin' for the RPG. The sun is just hardly rising at the moment. What do you mean it's getting dark? Can you err, edit your post? To make it not late in the day? I don't think killing one Chippunk takes a whole day's work.
IC: Whyte looked over at a recognizable face coming by. "You can call me Sherrif. Just Sherrif. But you can call me Whyte or just Urp if'n you'd like that." The Glukkon Sherrif tipped his pitch black hat to the lady Wolvark. "It's a mighty fine mornin' aint it Miss Lou?" Whyte looked at the sun. It had more magesterial power over Spittoonstone than any authority or outlaw. "Well. Anyways. I just plan on spendin' more of my time over in the Bittersweet Opple. Few drinks, patrol town, the usual." Whyte's Paramite pet Kelpy repetetively panted as she stared over at the wheezing Sleg, Woozer. She crawled over by Woozer and curiously snifffed him. Probably to just see what the Sleg had eaten ...... Whyte's eyes stopped scanning the shady figure, who seemed to have disappeared from the town anyway.
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