[h1][center][color=00aeef] Erik Torvald Viken [/color][/center][/h1]

Words couldn't describe the feeling Erik felt inside him as he saw the tree houses of Haylliesburg rise up before him, there where he rode towards the town on his trusted stead. No wait, words could describe it; [color=00aeef]"Finally! Trodde jeg skulle dø der ute i ødemarka..."[/color]. The man on his horse, speaking in that foreign tounge, had been riding for days now, following the rail for quite a while and almost giving up on reaching civilization; at least what little civilization one could find out there. He had been close to turning around, not wishing to take the risk of running out of water, when he had been startled by a train passing him. After exchanging a few words, he now knew that Haylliesburg wasn't too far away. 

It still sure as hell felt that way.

The town looked friendly enough, except everything one could expect from towns like these. The ladies smiled at him at least as he rode in, the others giving him either scared or condemming eyes. [color=00aeef]"Morning."[/color] he said to a man passing by him, not receiving an answer from him. [color=00aeef]"Okay then..."[/color] Of course they didn't want to talk. 

But then another man came up to him, seemingly eager to speak with the new stranger in town. A finely dressed gentleman, clear from the lack of dust on his clothes. Erik got off his stead, holding the reigns in his hand as the man approached. 

[color=00aeef]"Morning mister. Can I help you?"[/color] Erik's accent was easily heard through his English, a clear sign of his heritage and alienness. The man in the fine clothes didn't seem too concerned, however, as he walked up. 

"Yes, yes. Are you the new Sheriff? Please tell me that you are!"

[color=00aeef]"Ehm...I'm sorry?[/color]

"...God damnit. Pardon my French, mister, but you see Haylliesburg is a bad spot; we badly need a sheriff, but so far we've only gotten fiends, con-men and...and..."

[color=00aeef]"Banditter?"[/color]

"Yes, bandits! But you look like none of them! You seem like a man honorable and civilized! Tell me, do you have any qualifications to be sheriff?"

[color=00aeef]"I...eh...I was in the War and...I've herded cattle all my life.[/color]

"Great, great! That's just the kind of man we need! As a matter of fact, we've had trouble with someone stealing our cattle, so you can most certainly take care of that!"

Erik gave the man a questioning look, taking off his hat and rubbing his head as he tried to let it all sink it. [color=00aeef]"I guess I could help with that, if..."[/color]

"Thank you, mister! Fix that for us, and then you gave hand these in and forget that you ever was sheriff of Haylliesburg! But we'll be forever indebted to you! Thank you so much, and good luck with those thieves!"

And before Erik could muster any form of response, reaction, anything, he had been handed a key and a sheriff's star, before the man took off, jumping in joy as all their troubles were presumably fixed. Erik didn't see it that way, and just stood there with the key and star in one hand, the reigns in his other while his horse looked dumb-like at him. 

[color=00aeef]"...Jeg kan vel værra lensmann for èn dag, eller hva Brynhild?"[/color] Erik said to his horse, waiting a few seconds as if to hear a reply from the stead. A neigh came from its mouth, something Erik took as an satisfactory answer and pulling towards the place he most needed to visit now; the saloon. 

The saloon was already quite the populated arena for social interactions, with people drinking and playing games already. As soon as Erik stepped through the swing-doors, he was met with a wall of a thousand eyes - at least it felt like that -, a good five seconds of silence as he just stood there taking it all in. Soon enough the people went back to their normal business, and Erik followed their eyes inside the saloon. The two people all tied up he didn't pay too much attention to; his responsibility as [i]sheriff[/i] was to find the cattle and bring them back, not bother with affairs in the saloon. Sitting down a chair away from a group of people already drinking and talking, he gestured for the bartender. 

[color=00aeef]"Just a glass of water, please."[/color]