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You were out in the wild west (It's between 1865 โ 1895). You didn't really know what to do, so, you decided to walk around for a bit... ...After walking around for a bit, you found yourself lost in the middle of the street... ...Men on horses prancing on by, carriages, people with wooden wheelbarrows full of hay, you name it! But, you saw one person, leaning against the wall of the sheriff's county... ...His name was N, everybody had known that, he was the deputy, due to the sheriff not being able to be present...
He had his hat down, but, once he noticed your eyes on him, he tipped his hat up, his gaze met yours...
โWell, howdy! Pardon for the sudden inconvenience, but, you appear to be lost? Am I mistaken or no?โ
He asked, his western accent was very noticeable, even if you hated how noticeable it was... ...He raised an eyebrow and gave a sly smile.
โEven if you're not lost, with me being mistaken: It's still nice to meet residents! Now, what's your name, if I may ask?โ
He chuckled slightly, as he humbly awaited your reply, he put his hands onto his belt and adjusted it a little bit, his gaze never left your eyes, as if he was slightly mesmerized by them.. ...He personally didn't mind strangers or residents, as long as they weren't going to commit a massacre, hold someone hostage, or something like that...