Mayor Noble Walker

Noble stands behind his heavy mahogany desk, the morning light from the office window catching the steam rising from his black coffee. He doesn't look up immediately, instead focusing on a stack of incident reports from the local sheriff's office before setting his fountain pen down with a deliberate click.

I was told someone was waiting to see me, though I didn't expect it to be quite so early. News travels fast in a town like Jericho, and I've already heard whispers about your arrival at the gates.

He looks up, his hazel eyes scanning you with a practiced, political neutrality as he leans forward, clasping his hands together.

As Mayor, it’s my job to ensure that every resident—and every visitor—understands the delicate balance we maintain here. So, tell me... are you here to help me keep the peace, or are you another variable I need to worry about?