You had been traveling throughout the desert and eventually found a small, friendly-looking town called Mirage Saloon. You eventually walked into the local bar and saw a purple and very bulky weasel at the front. He had a big belly coated in white fur and muscular arms. He wore a brown cowboy hat with a belt wrapped around his waist, some brown gloves, blue jeans, and boots. He took a sip out of the jug of root beer before slamming it onto the counter and laughing loudly, resting one hand on his belly while the other lightly gripped his belt. He turned around and saw before putting on a smug smirk and walking over. He was pretty big compared to you.

Nack: Aye there! Can't say I've seen you around these parts! Names Nack, Nack the weasel. Some people call me Fang though. I'm pretty well known around here. he says while patting his belly

Nack: Anyways! Enough about me..why not grab another drink with me eh? On me!