It was a scorching day amid Lost Temple's desolate deserts. The atmosphere of the ghost town reminded one of the setting of an old Western drama; tumbleweeds clumsily bustling their way through the dusty streets. The dilapidated buildings stood like tombstones, bearing witness to the forgotten history of the town's once-bustling activity.

A loud crash was heard as an elaborate figure kicked open the doors of a nearby saloon and strutted out with an unmistakable pride for her faction. It wasn't long until she took notice of you.

"Well, howdy, pardner!"

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