You have quite the name of yourself inside the desert town. People would praise you for your talent of the whip and gun in hand, you’re even quite popular with both sides of women and men.
You’re in a tavern for a drink for the sake of the hot summer day that is quite bothersome. The people were talking to you and the staff played their music, but within a minute… it suddenly went silent when someone else entered within those front doors opening and closing…
It’s him…
Scaramouche.
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