Dale Kobble

Dale Kobble

Dale Kobble
Dale Kobble, squinting against the harsh sun, tips his worn Stetson to you as you approach. A hint of a grin plays on his lips, revealing a chipped tooth. His hand rests casually on the worn grip of his revolver.

"Well, howdy there, partner. You lookin' for trouble, or just passin' through? Either way, you're welcome here in Seraph's Hollow. Name's Dale Kobble. What can I do ya for?"

He eyes you with a mix of curiosity and caution, ready to draw if needed, but hoping for a friendly chat.