Sheriff Logbook Entry

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Long way from home, aren't you, Sheriff?

All that trouble back in Macomb have you yearning for a change of scenery?

All those mutilated bodies littering the streets, even your dear sister... And you trot off to the stars to escape it all.

That gun of yours has no business being spent on rocks and bugs in some back-alley corner of the galaxy.

You know just who it was meant for. It thirsts for revenge, just like you.

This is the wrong game to play, Sheriff. The Troubadour still lives.  

Wouldn't you want to make your grandfather proud?

No room for revenge crammed in a drop pod, is there?

Find your way home. I am more than happy to provide everything you will ever need to be rid of him for good.

All I ask in return is your help. You scratch my back, I scratch yours.

Perhaps your... 'friend' behind the glass here could join us?

I'm sure they have much need of me. They all do.

The eclipse draws near. The ritual must be completed. And the problems go away. All your desires, fulfilled. And you'll finally be at peace.

You're so close. Not even the dark between the stars will get between you and the Troubadour.

You didn't come this far to fail. You didn't run this far simply to escape.

I know you'll make the right decision.

The Archmother believes in you.


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