- Simon
The path up north took him a good hour to arrive at Happy times chapel. As per it's name, it was a wooden chapel, slightly ramshackle with its aged peeling paint on the sides, some broken roof tiles and a messy untended graveyard off to its left. A shovel had been left in the sands too, no doubt someone had buried something recently. The way into the church was simple enough, a set of double doors left slightly ajar. He could hear something within... a voice, perhaps? 

- Benny, Glenn, Jaron
"Yeah well, you boys just stick to that." The sheriff patted his sidearm somewhat threatening before turning to the guitar player, his mustache twitching as he smiled. "Pleasure to meet you too, stranger. But please, call me Mullins." he greeted him with a slight tip of the hat. He surveyed the bar slightly to see if there were any more trouble. If one wanted to get further conversation out of him, now was the time.