Entry #13: Good Fellow

Our second time into Armadillo went little better. When I was off getting ice cream, Stephen got himself into some trouble with the law when he shot a man who was attacking some lady. This apparently counted as a count of assault and the citizenry started attacking him. After losing the lawmen, he headed back into town, dodged a few bullets, and paid off the bounty. We then actually made it into the tavern and talked to the stranger. He had information about Peter, the poor soul trapped inside the Vial of Nagranth. But he wouldn't loosen his tongue unless we either paid him $5 or talked his wife into staying with him. He seemed like a jerk, but we decided to give talking his wife a go. On the way there, however, a shopkeeper ran up, yelling about a theif. We (quite literally) dragged the thief back into town and handed him over. Yet another good deed done. By this time the man's wife had disappeared, though, so we just gave him the $5, learned that Peter was dead, and went on our way. It seemed things we finally winding down when several vagabonds on horseback rode into town, firing their pistols with a terrible lack of accuracy, as they were just shooting up into the clouds. We shot them up without so much as a mite of trouble and we're now heading off somewhere. Where are we going? Oh, yes, Odd Fellow's Rest. Where it was said Peter is now. It's a graveyard, you see, so I was able to deduce that Peter is dead. Or the lantern is there. Take  your pick.