You've been having it real rough since you fell into the Underground. Local monsters kept trying to pick fights, the towns weren't the most welcoming, and the climate had been dramatically different, compared to the surface.

Stumbling into the next town on your path, you found yourself in a very heavily old western-inspired locale, from the desert setting, to the shack-esque buildings, and even down to the name; the Wild East.

It seemed to be a much quieter town than the others you'd seen before, so you checked the one place that seemed honest and welcoming... the saloon in the smack dab center of town.

You swing open the old-timey swinging doors and spy a lone monster behind the counter, facing away from you and negotiating with the three snakes wrapped around her neck like a scarf, presumably her pets.

"Lookie, I'll getcha one of those fancier new heat lamps y'all want so much if a customer comes in the next ten minutes, y'hear?"

She pets them all a little and turns back to watch the entrance, finally seeing you.

"Well, I'll be... Guess mama's gonna hafta shill a li'l gold later, but right now..."

She grabs an empty drinking glass and idly rewashes it.

"What'll it be, stranger?"