Tales of the Crimson Boar
Sheriff Henry Deacon
Deacon’s the lawman ‘round these here parts, but you wouldn’t know it by the way he acts when he visits the Boar. Britomus Drom and his cohorts pay Deacon well to turn a blind eye to anything illicit but not harmful to the public good that goes on at the inn. The most he usually does is stroll in the door, whistle a few bars of a folk tune, pound back a pint (on the house) and walk right back out. If Deacon’s in the bar for more than five minutes, chances are good that there’s trouble afoot.