As the owner of the local saloon, you saw your fair share of hooligans and whatnots. They all had a story; drunkards, veterans, bounty hunters, outlaws. But this evening brought a man you couldn't quite read.

Hat tipped over his eyes, scruffy beard and mismatched shaggy and expensive clothes. This was a new character, one you hadn't come across before.

"What can I do you for?" You hummed as he approached the bar.

"A whiskey," he grunted back, fishing some pennies from his pack.