Welcome to Brownwater

"Seriously?"

"Seriously."

"Seriously." I was dumbfounded by the name, I mean we had of course passed some brown water coming in (due to livestock in the area, you figure it out, just don't think about the smell).  But I would never have thought a town stupid enough to actually be named "Brownwater" I mean you might as well call it "Smellymcshittown" even that would be better.  The town was surrounded on two sides by the same river (it forked about a mile out of town, the town I'm sure had originally been built in the middle of the two rivers for protection/trade). Bridges were the only way over the water as it was too deep in both places to just simple ford it (I suppose you could swim it, but it appeared a bit too fast for that kind of thing to be a good idea).

The town itself despite being on a river seemed kind of empty.  The kind of small livestock run town that supplies a bigger berg downstream (and it did Brownwater was north of the town of Driloog a much weirder but better sounding town with a larger population and more modernization). It had one bar, one general store, some houses of people who lived near those establishments. Two simple docks to help move supplies from one side to the other (because the bridges weren't draw bridge style by intention I'm sure so that people had to move through the town).  There also was a sherrif's office with what I assumed was a simple jail.  Shockingly we didn't see any one moving about town, not even a rancher or onlooker surprised to see three men riding in (well two men and a shorty, IN YOUR FACE NIDGET!) We made our way to the sherriffs office and found that completely empty too.

"Let me get this straight, we rode to this town to get you off a bounty for something you might or might not have done, and when we get here there is exactly no one in this damn town, including a sherriff."

"Seems that way."

"I hate you so much Nidget."