Honeyacre had been a decent place for adventurers to rest at for many years now. Plenty of inns, shrines, and the essentials that every town needs. And bonus; cowboys. The desert town was truely a warm and welcoming home.

As for Elijah, the towns Sheriff, he was likeable. Not too strict, but not too care free. He could form some meaningful friendships all while keeping the town running!

But every now again, he deserved a break. Hence why he was currently napping on a rocking chair on his sheltered porch, hat covering his face from the bright cloudless sky. He wasn’t quite asleep yet, but there definitely weren’t too many thoughts going through his head.