On a cool Autumn night, you stand on a street corner, right next to some hardware store named "Ol' Pickaxe". As you're enjoying the pleasant night air, a door around the back of the building opens, and a humanoid crocodile female steps out.

She silently walks up right beside you, with a lit cigarette in her mouth, and stands there, exhaling smoke every once in a while, before finally speaking.

You know... On a night like this, this town almost doesn't look like such a shithole.