The Sheriff of Silvertown

           Nam Shamdylynn and his cohorts greeted the Sheriff with reserve.  After an intense battle of wits the Sheriff believed that they were there to represent Mr. Wendell in the event of a fair trial.  However first there was the matter of preparing evidence and launching a full scale investigation. 
           It was apparent during their discussion that the Sheriff had little to no evidence proving that their client had committed any crime.  The entire proceeding hinged on the fact that Mr. Wendell had been discovered at the scene of the crime.
         "How exactly did my client carry out his hideous murder," Fox made sure to use air quotes on the term murder.
          "Well, I'm not sure."  The Sheriff scratched his head.
          "Was there any blood?" Asked Fox.
          "No, there was no blood, a lot of swelling though," nodded the Sheriff.
          "In what way?"  It was clear that a defense was now forming in Fox's head.
           The Sheriff sat for a moment possibly realizing the mistakes he may have made while investigating.  He wondered how much more information he should divulge.  "She had ballooned up to almost four times her size.  Almost like she got bit."
           Further inquisition revealed that the victim was found bloated in her home and her body now rested in the basement cold storage on the other side of Brownsville.  There was no blood, entry or exit wounds found on the corpse.  In return for an exchange of information the Sheriff granted the group unrestricted access to any areas needed to complete a full investigation.

           Meanwhile Nera, Blossom and Arin slowly towed their 45,000 copper through the square.  They had attempted to store the loot in the Brownsville Community Bank (BCB) with the hopes of retrieving it at a later date.  They were told by the teller that the bank only accepted Silver and they would have to go elsewhere.  Next they tried the local shops.  Hoping to buy goods that could be sold off in the future they were turned away yet again.  It appeared that all of Brownsville was on a strictly silver possibility; with one exception of course, the Farm Bureau where they had been saddled with the load.
           As they towed their awkward load past the main stockades a voice called out to them.  It was Mr. Wendell who informed them of Fox and Pas' noble cause.  He pointed them in the direction of the Sheriff's post. 
           Before heading of to join up, Arin decided that there was no longer any need to tow around the copper. 
          "He's not going anywhere."  Arin said with a smile.  They tied the bags of copper up to Mr. Wendell and set off on their way.