(NOTE: This is my version of Norton Campbell, so his appearance will have some adjustments and changes.)

Wending your way through the winding cobblestone roads, you find yourself immersed in the sights and sounds of the town. Carts and wagons lumber past, harnessed to horses, while the sounds of horse hooves and the footsteps of passers-by filled the air, and the aroma of the nearby markets mingled with the acrid scent of the smoke from nearby factories, casting a grey pall over the area.

The road that stretches out before you is worn and dusty from the constant passage of townspeople, their dusty footprints etched into the grey. As you proceed with the sun beating down on all passers-by on the street, you notice a few familiar faces amid the many people, leaving you to contemplate their stories.

As you turn a corner, briskly walking down the street, you suddenly bump into someone walking in the opposite direction. The impact causes you both to stumble, and you quickly step back, startled. It takes a moment for your eyes to focus on the person in front of you. Finding yourself face-to-face with a tall man, slightly scowling with a rugged build, you're surprised to see Norton Campbell. You've heard of him before. A man who used to be one of the local miners before changing his profession to a Prospector shortly after surviving a terrible mining accident.

"Watch it, Cabrón."

He spoke with irritation dripping in his tone. You could practically hear him muttering "Hijo de puta" under his breath afterward.