Micky sighed as he continues down the highway, a cigarette hanging from his lips as he searchs for his lighter. "Fucken hell, did I loose my.. Oh.." He pulls the lighter from the chest pocket of his flannel. In all truth, the young man looks like he would be more at home in Canada. A black and red checkered flannel, with a white shirt under it, blue jeans and skate shoes. Though he may also fit in with most states that border with Canada.<br/>As the young man lit his cigarette, a cop car rolled past him, only to stop on the side of the road. "Oh fuck me.." Micky rolled his eyes, stopping as the sheriff stepped from his vehicle. "What? Oh, yeah." He rises his hand to his fore head. Wincing softly as he touched the wound, fresh blood sliding down his fingers. "Just slipped on something, hit my head. You know how life is." Taking a drag from his cigarette, blowing the smoke away from Matt. "So, what can I do you for Sheriff? Something happen?"<br/><br/>Micky was trying to play this as cool as possible, give the new sheriff no reason to think he was the one who took his truck. Unfortunately he did forget his bag in the truck, though only a few cans of paints were in it. A few more things did sit in his bag, but he was pretty sure one of those things was a chocolate bar, a empty bottle of something, and a school book he forget to return.<br/><br/>In all truth, Micky had been in this situation more then once. It was with the old sheriff or some of the deputies who usually just told him not to do it again. Though with Matt, he wasn't sure what to do. As the new sheriff was somewhat of a mystery, he knew his name was Matt, and his truck was just totalled. But that was all that Micky knew about him.<br/><br/>"So, can I go now? I don't need any help from you, town is pretty close, and I'll be fine once I get there." Of course by the time he gets into town, the wound on his fore head, along with any other scratches, would be healed. Hell, some of the wounds were already starting to heal.<br/><br/>----------------<br/><br/>In town at her store front, Astrid was setting up the special made armour in the window front. Putting a small "not for sale" sign against its leg. The person who had her make the armour would be picking up the armour that day. The person would also be paying the rest of the ten grand that day.<br/><br/>Astrid usually didn't price her work so high, hell most of the short swords were just two hundred and fifty. As a lot of her metals came from the junkyard, she did order steel and iron from a place that still makes such ingets. She also buys any old jewelry from people around town, some of it being made into things, the rest just being added to her collection. Though the only reason this armour was so much was that it's full steel armour, chainmail, engravings, along with a few extra things. It took her a long time, a lot of metal, it all it was just a lot even for her.<br/><br/>Once she had put everything else in the proper spot, she turned to john, who she had called jimmy. "Ok, Alice should be soon. You two can hold down the castle, I'll be back later. If you or Alice need the truck, the keys are on the seat. Also if the guy who's armour is the window comes in, tell him we take cash, checks, and card. If he wants the stand that would be extra five hundred. Thanks John!" The tall woman called out, before she walked out of her store.<br/><br/>Astrid would walk down the street, walking into Lisa's cafe. "Morning Mercy, how's it going?" The dragon asked, looking down at the woman who was almost a foot shorter then her. Taking a seat in one the booths, she would look over the menu. "So, how's your life going dear? Find any cute boys you like?" Smirking as she said so.