<strong>Julie-Anna Crane</strong><br/>Known; Head Sparrow<br/><br/>And so he had arrived. A young, hispanic-looking boy. Quite fit. Could probably pull off a decent swimsuit cover- perhaps even a briefs commercial? Mind erasing  those thoughts as she stepped in, the woman waited for the biker to finish his statement before sliding off the desk, quite slowly, allowing her pointed heels to make no sound on the marble floor. A bright, welcoming smile was plastered across her lips, eyes looking almost sincere as she stepped towards him. "Welcome to Castle Hill, darling! I hope your drive out wasn't too long. As for the sheriff," she gave a sad sigh, "Well, unfortunately, we do not have one. Haven't for years. This is a very small town, you see, and our dear old Sheriff Joe was run out of his job due to the lack of crime. The worst instance we've had in the last ten years was some school boys tee-peeing 'round Halloween."<br/><br/>Right in front of him, she held a hand out, pointed downwards, as the old ways would have permitted, and smiled serenely at the young man. "My name is<em>Ms.</em>Julie-Anna Crane. I am the woman to speak with about anything in regards to the town, so if that is the reason you are searching for the sheriff, then please, I am all ears. As for any of that legal mumbo-jumbo, if it is necessary, I can go ahead and call Grafton County's Sheriff, Mr. Dutile. But since he's all the way out in North Haverhill, we likely won't be seeing him until tomorrow or the day after." She seemed so sincere, so honest. It would make a normal person think, '<em>What could possibly happen in a town like this? Nothing!</em>' Of course, the boy wasn't stupid. He'd still carry his questions and have his issues, but her method of voice and visual presentation would subconsciously root itself into his mind, showing the man that she was a kind, caring woman, and the town was a very simple one without much need of government.<br/><br/>"So what is it that I can do for you, Mr...?"