Down at the Fell Inn, when Miss Crowley isn't sowing a little sin for fun and profit and cheating at cards, she's doing everything she can to make the proprietor blush. It don't take much. I Imagine Mr. Fell to be a lot like Father Mulcahy; mostly turning a blind eye to the carousing and stuff, out of genuine love for those around him.
There's a lot to fix here -- proportions, perspective, but it was so fun to do, and I'm gonna try to clean it up and throw some color on it later. Thank you to my brilliant Lucky Cat Megs for suggesting it! I swear, you guys come up with the best stuff. And the pronouns are just placeholders, you can choose your own adventure, frankly!