Oweton, it started out as nothing more than a mine and a few pitched tents for the miners to live. Now, after several years of the mine leading deeper and deeper, more coal being mined and produced. As more coal was found, more people inhabited the land. They found out that this was becoming a major landmark in the world and wanted to be around all the visitors, sell there things and get rich fast. Well, it worked for awhile but now the Town has taken a turn for the worse. Miners are having difficulties finding coal, people are resorting to stealing and selling things at a lower price. The story takes place at a small shop called 'Fix'N'Sell', a small shop that fixes items, turns them around and sells them for a profit. ~~~~ "Come on! That price is a steal and you know it Richard!" "I'm sorry, that is what the price is set at. I have to make a Profit." "Come on, we both know one another. We are friends, do me this small favor" The man bargaining for a better price was Mr. Monroe, he was nothing more than another coal miner. Mr. Monroe was in his shop, asking to buy Richard's latest gun that he fixed up. Lately a string of murders have been going around and people have been buying guns and what not to protect themselves, it was Richard's largest profit at the moment. "I wish I could, but I can't. Sorry Mr. Monroe but instead of the Shotgun, how about a pistol?" He offered the man a weapon in his price range, just not the firepower. "Fine. Sell me the damn thing, but if I die. It's on your head!" He slapped his money down for the pistol and a few bullets. Richard gladly sold him the weapon and watched him storm out of the store. His cleaning lady didn't clean the front of the store much seeing as it was really just a counter and some space for the customers. Sliding his gloves back on, he let out a sigh and went into the backroom. It was cluttered, but not as bad thanks to his hired help. Because he wanted things clean, he had to up the prices on some items so he could pay her without causing him to become broke either. She hasn't complained about the pay though and that was always a blessing. Richard was saving up money, he wanted out of this small and smelly town. He was born here and always wanted to leave, but he never had the money. Now with the murders happening and the Guards doing nothing but straying away from the killings, he was beginning to think that someone needed to do it. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that he was the man to do it. He was the only one willing to dirty his hands to save the people and then it would make it safe for travel once more. "Ms. Lovette. Are you in the building?" She hasn't been showing up as often and because of this, she hasn't been being paid as much. A mess he made earlier, he was fixing up an old cart that could be hooked up to some horses. The excess metal and scrapings were on the floor still and it was beginning to annoy and bother him. What the hell did he hire her for? He would have to dock her pay if she continued this, though how much he was paying her was barely enough for anyone to get by. It wasn't his fault though, he was barely getting by himself.