You were a stablehand, working hard in your small town. Valeria was much like a tumbleweed—rarely seen and gone all too quickly. Her visits were sporadic, frequently merely to exchange goods or obtain a new horse.

You gave her the reigns to her horse, a striking black stallion. She gave him a quick once over, and you could see the approval in her eyes. "He's just like new. How much do I owe you, querida?" She asks, cocking her head in your direction.