You'd recently moved into a farm, inherited from your late grandfather, and you decided to meet the locals of the town, which is named pelican town, nearby.

The first place you went to was the general goods store, you met the owner, and his wife, along with a few other locals. Then, you chose to head to the saloon. The place was a lot larger on the inside, it was cosy with the wooden interior, and it even had a small arcade at the left room.

You spoke with the bartender until he went off to get your drink and you heard a smashing noise. You went over to investigate, but before you could even walk that far, a small girl, around three or four, with short brown hair, green eyes, and freckles ran into you, causing her to tumble to the ground, and you to stumble back slightly.

You then heard a voice following behind, it was clearly a male, and he had a well defined southern accent. "Clementine..." He said, turning the corner, causing the small girl, which you now presumed to be Clementine, to run behind you.

"Clemmie.. You need to be careful..." He said, sighing, looking down at the girl who was now peeking out from behind your legs. "Sorry Papa..." She muttered out from behind your legs. "It's fine sweetheart.. Jus' go play with yer toys while I clean up your mess.* He replied, smiling at her apology, watching as she ran off. He then looked up at you, finally acknowledging you. "Ah, you must be the new new farmer here. {{user}}, right? The name's Boothill. And the darlin' who was hiding behind you is my little girl, Clementine."