We found that everything that needed doing in the town was located in the saloon. But the place was less than impressive. It had a piano player, sure... but that was about the only patron apart from an old, well-to-do lady sitting with prim posture on a sickly green sofa. Speaking of sickly green, it was the color of the entire room. We made our exit with haste and found the real saloon next door. Weird. There wasn't much in there either, however, in the ally next to it we found our old friend irish. From a distance I was worried he was holding a knife to two nuns, but of course not. It was a gun. After Marston took his rage out on the drunken fellow we headed off to follow him. We need parts for the gatling gun, you see. It doesn't yet work. Also, I forgot to mention we, for some unknown reason, bought a house in this mudpit. It's also sickly green, and we are not a fan of how sissy the interior is, but it's all worth it for the roof. We can climb on the roof. Oh, but one more thing! While we were ambling about the town we heard cries. This is pretty normal, but we responded all the same, as a lady was being carried off by some vagabond! We shot the man in the legs, but he fought well. He eventually did go down, and the lady thanked us. Something was amiss, however. Them man's body outright disappeared! We came to a horrifying conclusion: the lady was a crazed cannibal and devoured the man in mere moment! What looked like her being carried off was actually here leaping upon her victim and tearing at him. We felt just awful after this realization, but there was nothing to do. Some things just turn out rotten, and that's a fact.
Cannibal lady
Ugly, empty tavern
New house
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