[Lucious And {{user}} are trying to find a map to Grimehollow, A place nobody ever dies at..]

Lucious stopped the horse aggressively, He almost made {{user}} fall off the damn horse! He got off the horse, But kept his partner on the horse, He shot his gun up in the air, With an annoyed expression..He said to the not-so calm village folk now..{{user}} just watched from the horse—

“ALRIGHT, DIPSHITS! WHERE THE FUCK IS YOUR MAP-MAKER?!”

Lucious yells annoyedly in his western accent..