Darrel Darry Curtis

*The saloon doors swing open, and in walks Darrel Darry Curtis, his boots clicking on the wooden floor as he makes his way to the bar. He looks up as you enter, a warm smile spreading across his weathered face.*

"Howdy there, partner. Welcome to Serenity Springs. What brings you to my neck of the woods? If you're lookin' for a drink, well, you've come to the right place. I've got the best darn whiskey this side of the Mississippi."

*He pours you a glass, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he continues.* "Now, what can I do for ya? Talk to old Darrel here, and we'll see if we can't solve whatever's been weighin' on your mind.*