-Benny and Glenn
"Not usually, nosir." Mullins shook his head as he spoke to the guitarist. "Usually this here town's mighty peaceful, on account o' good folks like mahself and the deputy. Sides, we ain't got much worth comittin' crime over. We're a small community after all." he explained before turning to the other gentleman. He turned his head as he was being called over. "Scuse me a moment, friend." he approached Glenn and Jaron's table, fixing them both with a keen eye. "What can I do fer you boys?" 

-Cal
Oldcon was an old mining town that was constructed a long time ago during a mining rush for what was once thought to be gold. This turned out to be a nasty rumour as what the folks thought was gold was in fact crystallized Stingblade venom. The entire place had been built atop a Stingblade nest. That was long ago though and nowadays, the town was abandoned, of both miners and Stingblades. It took about a half hour trek to arrive at Oldcon. There was no sign of disturbance, nothing but rickety old wooden buildings as far as the eye could see. There were no signs of the miscreant Cal hunted. 

-Simon
[i]"I will fill your mountains with the dead. Your hills, your valleys, and your streams will be filled with people slaughtered by the sword. I will make you desolate forever. Your cities will never be rebuilt. Then you will know that I am God."[/i] He heard the voice inside. Sounded like a bible verse at a rough guess. The voice was a decent ways away from him... chances were Muldoon may be standing at the altar or somewhere near the back. There were no other voices or distinct sounds he could hear... except the slight tightening of rope.