Here I am! Now, onward with the story, restating a couple of passages from before to explain what's going on:
>>1509653>Cirno stood next to the motorcycle gazing in a distant stupor, overhearing the conversation between the man in the suit and the quartet of rugged folk in front of him. A closer inspection bore a banner with the word "mayor" wrapped around the suited man's outfit, indicating him position as town official, though it appeared that he was otherwise so diminutive that the shadow of his tophat hid his face from east view. The largest of the rugged men several scars covered by full belts of ammunition wrapped around his chest, glaring down at the mayor in front of him with cold, glassy eyes.>"P-please good sirs, I need your help to figure out what happened to the Sheriff! Without him, this town's delicate sense of order will crumble!" pleaded the Mayor, his words utterly failing in changing his audience's expression. The scarred mercenary who appeared to lead the group grunted in indifference, holding out a sheet of paper before tossing it on the ground and replying in a difficult to comprehend accent. >"What yer offerin' fer this mission ain't gonsta cuts th' troub' goin onah sarch party fer ah wimpy Sheruvf. He walked intah roboot territory, and onless he broughtsta rookit launcha with him e's probubly as good ahs dead by now. We're lookin' fer a work, noi deat'. Oi suggest ya start seekin' out ah new Sheriff, if ya think any o' this scum would hold th' title.">Practically on his knees, the mayor was visibly distressed as the men in front of him turned to their motorbikes and departed on the road opposite of the one Isaac and Cirno had used to enter, leaving a thick trail of dust behind. Her sense of curiosity getting the best of her, the alleged bounty hunter forgot her role as bike guard for a moment to meet the melancholy town leader. 
