[color=MediumPurple][center][h3]Father Coughlin[/h3][/center][/color]

Having gotten himself up and walked all the way to the General Store, Father Coughlin was in a poor mood, only compounded when he finally reached the front door to find it locked with his early-rising neighbor Sheriff Lodrick knocking on it. Again cursing under his breath, he lingered around the corner where he had been standing, rubbing his limping leg, before he finally decided to figure out what the deal was, and more importantly, when he could get in, grab his booze, and get out. With a casual stroll, he approached the Sheriff before speaking softly in greeting.

[color=MediumPurple]"Hello there neighbor, what seems to be the problem? Nothing too serious I hope, eh Sheriff?"[/color]

Nothing serious would mean he could get back home as soon as possible. And the thought of the Sheriff of all people seeing the good Father gathering up a stockpile of alcohol would not be the best outcome by any means. Not that Coughlin thought Lodrick was a gossip, but the less people knew about his habits, the better, much less the law of the land himself.

[@Wick][@The Dow Dragon]