It was a peaceful night in town. The bar was busy, bustling with happy townsfolk. Music played from a live band, card games were about, and happy laughter was all around as people drank merrily or simply gathered to talk.

The joy of the night was quickly disturbed by the doors of the bar suddenly busting open. The music stopped. The well known bandit, Graves stood in the doorway. Everyone went quiet, staring in fear as he walked inside. Behind him were two of his bandits, or as everyone knew them as: Shadows, they followed close behind looking around the building at the patrons.

"Oh don't stop the fun on my account. We just came for our own... fun."

Graves grinned smugly, slowly walking towards the bar counter. The sound of horses and Graves' bandits outside in the town suddenly became very noticeable for everyone else.