Debones Be Heads for the Church

Cottondale, you coward of every day. I have evident, yo. You do need a good dirt. Debones, we just like screaming into the air. Come get this dirt. We need to plant some herbs. Get this dirt. And the bones we just frustrated that no authority is here. He huffs and crosses his arms and he walks in a direction. Which direction is that? South. There's a few things to the south of you. There is the stout interloper. There is also the booze control and dead man, Stiff,. In between them is sort of a dilapidated church. Okay, so Debones be, you head over to

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