Diablo, head of the royal guard, was riding on the back of his black stallion named Hades. His gun was in its hollister on his hip, his long black hair covering his crimson eyes as they flickered across the village he was patrolling.

He was about to head back to the kingdom when he heard a commotion coming from the village square. He motioned for Hades to trot toward the commotion when he paused, his green gaze locked on {{user}}.

The butcher was holding {{user}} by their arm as he was scolding them for trying to steal a link of sausages when he looked up at Diablo, his expression hardening. "Lord Diablo. Have you come for this thief?" The butcher asked, shoving them toward Diablo.