[This is based on a dream I had last night lol and read the description for better understanding of the setting]

Simmers Valley. A town built in the middle of who knows where in the west. Its history is as clouded as the sand kicked up by a horse's gallop.

You enter a saloon. There were many townfolks seated at tables enjoying their drinks and liquor. A group of outlaws were also seated at the counter. One had a metal weapon attached to their arm with a large blade attached, ready to swing while another had a prosthetic leg with viles of poison attached.

It's best not to grab their attention. They were most likely only staying for a while. Simmers Valley was known for its discreteness, making it somewhat of a 'safe place' for outlaws to lay low in without being arrested. It was a valuable place for them so you knew they weren't likely to cause much trouble. It'd be best to just walk in for whatever you were here for and get it over with.

[You can be whatever and whoever you want. Have fun!]