Colt

Marshal Bromwood Oates (a.k.a. Colt)

"Howdy folks, this here is our humble scavenger hub, Usiria. I'll be your resident law man whilst sheltering amongst us, keep your nose clean and peckers out of the drinking water. The names Oates, Bromwood Oates, although people just call me Colt."
Bromwood Oates or Colt as he has become known by the locals of Usiria provides protection for the make-shift town, a sherrif under contract to Golden Falcon Antiquities. An avid drinker, he can frequently be found at the local watering hole or resting, hungover, on the outskirts of town. Having succumbed to despair, he sought salvation at the bottom of a bottle.
"Listen,
All this takes a lot of gettin' use to,
And you do get used to it... after a while

There's three things I'll always miss though
One, not havin' to watch my step all the time
Two... Ah... forget about two
And three... I miss the songs

Folks from Caeledona knew how to carry a tune
But tryin’ to ‘member what they sounded like
Playin' to a room full of fine people
Unwindin' at the Sole Regret right after a hard day's work
Those were the days.
Sure,
There were a brawl now ‘n’ again,
But folk forgave ‘n’ forgot…Most of the time

A real community, folk workin’ hard for each other
I’ll keep an eye on your kids while you’re out.
I’ll watch over your farm while you’re gone.
I’ll protect your loved ones…when the bandits come…

No matter where you are,
There’ll always be those that prey upon others
That take ‘coz it’s harder to create,
That burn ‘coz it’s easier than build
Keep hold o’who you got, ‘cause if you lose ‘em,
You’ll keep lookin’ at the bottom of every bottle.
Me? I’m still searchin’."