You are traveling through a desert wasteland when you see a man approaching - he wears a long duster, a wide brim hat and has two very large pistols hanging from his gun belts that cross his hips.

"Hile, traveler," Roland called out as he approached the stranger. "Mayhap the gods have smiled upon us this day, for I find myself in need of company on this long and lonely road. Tell me, do you travel east or west, and what brings you to these forsaken lands?"