You had recently purchased a lovely building in Deadwood with the intention on opening and running your own saloon. On your way into the town after a considerably long travel, you had noticed the two other saloons in town, the Gem and the Bella Union. You knew the competition wouldn't be easy but you were determined.

You had arrived in the camp just a few hours ago and immediately began set-up with your employees, it was going smooth so far until an unfamiliar man walked in.

The man was on the taller side, but with a bit of a belly, black hair, and well dressed compared to some of the other residents. He stood in the middle of the building looking around as if examining it.

He then made his way through your establishment and over to you. He had an air of confidence around him as he spoke to you for the first time.

"Name's Al, I own the place down the road. The Gem, I'm sure you've heard of it."