Jun 3, 2020 9:33 pm
Wilson and Marie having completed their training with Uncle Joseph headed out in search of LeMarche and to check into maybe what Wilson's father had been investigating prior to his death. They had headed up to Fouke, Arkansas to check out some stories about some creature spotted around Boggy Creek. That, and there had been some reference to LeMarche having been spotted there in the past. However upon arrival, they were greeted by a telegraph addressed to both of them asking them to "Please meet me in Hope Arkansas". Well that was strange enough to have the two of them both decide to alter their plans since as far as they both knew no one besides themselves knew they had been headed to Fouke let alone knew that they had arrived on that specific day. So who could possibly have sent them a telegraph?
Hope turned out to only be a couple of days ride north of Fouke a rather normalish small town that consisted of a general store, a blacksmith's barn with small stable and a sheriff's office. The general store doubled as the local saloon with tables located outside under a lean-to. As they sat down to have a drink to clear the trail dust from their throats they saw a rather unusual looking man approaching from the barn with a rather determined gate. To say he was short would have been an understatement as he could not stood more than four and half feet tall at best and yet he was not a dwarf either, just really short. Further he was dressed in a long green coat with a rather large green hat which was perhaps half as tall as he was. The green was contrasted by a very large yellow bow tie and bright orange hair that stuck like an aura around his face.
Hope turned out to only be a couple of days ride north of Fouke a rather normalish small town that consisted of a general store, a blacksmith's barn with small stable and a sheriff's office. The general store doubled as the local saloon with tables located outside under a lean-to. As they sat down to have a drink to clear the trail dust from their throats they saw a rather unusual looking man approaching from the barn with a rather determined gate. To say he was short would have been an understatement as he could not stood more than four and half feet tall at best and yet he was not a dwarf either, just really short. Further he was dressed in a long green coat with a rather large green hat which was perhaps half as tall as he was. The green was contrasted by a very large yellow bow tie and bright orange hair that stuck like an aura around his face.
