[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=F8D10D][center]Father C[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
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[b][color=F8D10D]Location: Arkham, Massachussets, United States of America.
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[b][color=F8D10D]Hit Points: 12 Sanity Points: 51 Luck: 50[/color][/b]
[b][color=F8D10D]Mental State: Sane[/color][/b]
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Father C raised an eyebrow at the horse comment. [color=F8D10D]"Do most folk come to you about horses Sheriff Whitford?"[/color] he asked, approaching the counter to rest for the moment and continue addressing the law-man. The priest was still stiff from the car ride, despite the bike ride over limbering him up a little. Behind the obscuring view of the counter, the pastor stretched his legs out with a satisfying crack or two. 

[color=F8D10D]"Regardless no, I'm not here about any horse or nothing, though I wouldn't mind saddlin' up one of these days. I'm here for P.I. purposes. Was hoping to get the run-down on the disappearance of Mr.Cornthwaite before anything, no sense scrounging up some info I coulda' got from just askin'."[/color] Father C rambled. His eyes scanned the room briefly before locking on the sheriff as he got into the 'meat' of his question.