The Sheriff sits there pondering what Kendra could have meant with that sentence. The expression on his face not the brightest.
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"Shut up or I let you rot even longer in that cell!" Caeller shouts being back to his more rustic self.
"First she threatened me to not come into her apothecary anymore and when I checked this morning why there are explosion noises coming from there she wanted to throw her exploding stuff at me." Caeller tells. While doing so he looks like a kicked puppy.
"Jominda delivered the message. And all that energy she put into harassing Gibs last time went in my direction this time. Did she catch the crazy from one of these horrors in the Harrowstone?" Caeller asks.
"What good news?" Caeller asks thinking about the openly hostile demeanour of Jominda towards him. "Ah, you mean about the Harrowstone. Yes. And our fellow Gibs here didn't play possessed this night. But I guess I'll keep him here a day longer. Just to be sure and for him being an ass generally."
"It's open." comes from within.
Caeller is not stupid and as Jominda turns around to show he is no longer in the room. From outside he calls back "Stop doing that in the early morning. There are people who need their sleep." before hurrying back to his office. He really wonders if those ghosts had some contagious crazy on them.
At the first explosion Sheriff Caeller jumps up from his chair. He listens carefully and walks out of his office. With the second explosion it is clear where it comes from. He hesitates at first but at the third explosion he walks to the apothecary - determination on his face. He opens the door, walks in and demands to know "What's going on here?"
Jominda leaves and leaves a sad Sheriff behind.
"Don't remind me. And stop rocking - you'll ruin the chair." Caeller replies annoyed. He looks tired.
"There is no argument about what he did. And that is enough to keep him here for a few days. And either you succeed and he stops acting like a demon. Or he's going to face a judge about what he did. He might have to face that anyway." "Did you hear that, Gibs? Wish them luck! It's your only hope to save your neck." Caeller teases the prisoner.
"If that would be enough I would need a larger prison. Continue down this path and you'll get a cell too." the Sheriff snarls. [b]"Do me a favor and explain to Gibs why he is here. I'll take notes and we'll see what the Marshal says once he comes along this week.
"Morning?" the Sheriff replies looking at the sun standing high already. "Yes, I did, but Gibs and writing are nothing that makes a pair. And since the night is over he is back to his old self. Which is only a slight improvement as he rattled on the bars ever since insisting he did nothing that justifies him being locked up." "And Miss Fallenbridge isn't helping either."
"I'm sure the bars will withstand that treatment. But if he continues with that all night I won't." the Sheriff replies. "But go and do what has to be done. We'll take care of that here."
"You're going to try to banish that ghost here?" the Sheriff asks.
The Sheriff backs off from the cell "What's that?" he asks wide eyed.
The Sheriff takes a closer look into the cells. "Hard to tell in that state. Father, could you do something about him being half dead? I'd like him not to die in my prison cell."
Shortly thereafter the Sheriff comes back. "So many people at this time? What happened?"
"So we get another night we're in danger of something bad to happen?" the Sheriff asks. The dark under eye circles telling what he thinks of having another night watch before him. "I'll go prepare for the night then. Best of luck to you." He lifts his hat and returns to his office.
"I just wanted to give you a heads up on what's going on here." the Sheriff explains. "The thing with the watch didn't work out as a lot of people are too scared to walk around at night. And even though I and my deputees patrolled through town all night, we missed when it happened." "And to be true, I was hoping you had some news that this will end soon."
"For that comment alone I should lock you up in a prison cell!" the Sheriff replies. "The memorial was again smeared with blood and we still don't know who did it and with what blood."
Meanwhile Sheriff Caeller comes out of his office. "Hey kids - go make that ruckus someplace else." Approaching the group he tells "Good day. I wanted to tell you... Oh my gosh, what happened to you? You're all covered in blood!"
"Nay. The prisons inmates had nothing to do with Ravengro. And I do no records as none of my predecessors did. Only bar brawls and sometimes something that is stolen. I just hope the undead stop coming and it goes back to this easy life. I hope you find what you search to end that." the Sheriff replies as he shakes Kendra's hand.
"I'm not that old." Caeller replies. "Why don't you ask Father Grimburrow or Councilman Gharen Muricar. He's the towns historian, isn't he?"
"So far no further undead were seen in town. But it's a tense quiet." the Sheriff replies. "What leads you here?"
"Come in." The Sheriff replies.
The Sheriff pats Father Grimburrow on the back. "You lead your group of overambitious villagers there. I'll take care of the perimeter watch with Councilman Hearthmount. Good luck." He then continues to the Councilman and together they approach the villagers on the Councilman's list to get them to join in.
"I'm not paid enough for this kind of shit." the Sheriff complains.
"I'll stick with the get all people out for now." The Sheriff replies, grabbing a drape himself trying to beat out the fire.
The sheriff draws his sword and swings it at the skull.
the Sheriff shouts.
"Yeah. Hello." the Sheriff says tipping his hat at the audience. "Well, we have seen in the recent days that the memorial at the river was smeared with blood at two nights. Someone is smearing letters on it. So far I got no idea who that is. But maybe I'll set up a watch to catch who ever is that." the Sheriff tells. "That's all." He steps down form the stage.
"I'll be in my office. See ya in the evening then." the Sheriff tells his good by touching his hat to Miss Kendra and the Father.
"Don't look at me. That's not in my job description." the Sheriff replies.
"Sure." the Sheriff replies. Not sure what this would be good for.
he easiest way to find out is to look up the character profile. In the AP none is given but as he had a fight I made some up.
Sheriff Benjan Caeller - NG middle-aged male human ranger 2 Ravengro itself has never been a crime-ridden town (despite—or perhaps because of—the presence of Harrowstone), and its relatively small jail has always been more than enough to handle the town’s criminals (mostly public drunkards, vandals, or other minor thugs who rarely spend more than a few days in a cell). Indeed, the cells are typically empty, which is fine with the town’s sheriff, Benjan Caeller. Yet despite the town’s dearth of criminal activity, the sheriff likes to keep a tight lid on things by employing four part-time deputies.
"Good morning my ass... excuse me Father, but Zokar's son told mem the Monument is smeared in blood again. And I guess Miss Lorimor told you already about your problems. So this morning is anything but good."
"If it didn't happen in Ravengro then it's not my problem. And if I'm lucky then all these things happening will end if they are gone and no longer stir up the Harrowstone." the Sheriff replies cold.
The Sheriff straightens on his chair behind the desk. "I have no clue. Maybe a ghost at the Harrowstone scared them and they ran away?"
"Well, then I'll go back to my job I guess." he states and let's himself out.
"Hello." the Sheriff greets all - a bit surprised to find such a large round here - and takes off his hat. "I just wanted to check on you how you are recovering." he tells Jominda fiddling around with his hat and avoiding her gaze. "I'm glad you're well again - I mean as good as can be expected under the circumstances." "I'm sorry this happened to you. I got you this" the Sheriff says holding out a bottle of red wine. "Shall help with anaemia."
As all sit busy over the papers of one kind or the other there is a knock at the door. As Kendra opens she is greeted by the Sheriff. "Good afternoon. I'd like to pay Mrs. Fallenbridge a visit. I've heard she is with you."
"That's great. Then you already know whom you can ask your questions about the Harrowstone." the Sheriff replies staring at Stam. As Stam still isn't leaving he adds "It's not me!"
The Sheriff is not in his best mood as Stam walks into his office - which still looks like a mess with the table lying on the side. "I'm no tourist info. Who are you anyway?" he replies.
The Sheriff - with dark rings under the eyes - looks up behind his table. "What the... "
The Sheriff wakes up from all this noise and half asleep he shouts "Shut up Gibs!" But as Gibs continues unimpressed and the Sheriff gets a closer look at him he gets scared. He wishes he had his deputies with him. He moves his desk opposite to the cell and topples it over to use the surface as cover. He leans his sword at the table for easy access. He loads his crossbow and aims at Gibs.
The sheriff sits at his desk in front of his bottle watching over the town square. And he doesn't like what he sees. No matter what he does she ignores him. But this old geezer has her attention in no time. But instead of making an ass of himself again he decides to pour himself another drink on top of the three he already had.
The sheriff pours himself another one. "You know what? I have no idea what you're talking about. Show me a man and I can fight him. And even then I'm no good to protect one." he mumbles. "Even undead if it has to be. But you won't find me fighting spirits. Tell that Father Grimburrow. If you disappear and these things continue to happen I'll leave this god forsaken town." All in all the Sheriff is kind of depressed and not really interested in what Grergof has to say.
"They don't need to hear anything." the Sheriff replies but leads the way to his office. There he opens a cell and after Grergof dumps Gibs inside he locks the cell door. Seeing the question in Grergof's eyes he answers without being asked. "No I won't kill him. I'll leave that to the hangman." He then takes a seat behind his desk. Out of a drawer he produces a bottle and a glass. He pours himself a drink and downs it in one gulp.
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