[b][i][u]New Sherif in Town... Or Not[/u][/i][/b] [i][u]Evening, Dojovill gates.[/u][/i] A lone cowboy-esque figure slowly rode into town on a pale horse, he wore a light grey jacket with butternut pants and a classic wide rimmed hat. He glanced around the town as he dismounted, his horse dissapearing in a white flash of light as he approached the bar. He looked filthy, dust and dirt clinging to his clothes and skin, his spurs jingling as he entered and eyed his surroundings warily. [spoiler]Open to JT.[/spoiler]