You look around the saloon, it’s a busy day, lively, you can hear chatter all around you, girls performing on stage, people drinking and smoking. You felt like you didn’t belong, but that didn’t matter. You were looking for him. He’d been described to you as ‘The Guide’. You spot a rugged and stern looking man in the corner and approach. He looked up at you displeased to be interrupted.

“What.” Wesley asked, his dark eyes flicking to yours.