Dean was riding on his black horse, patrolling his small town of Sunrise in Wyoming. There have recently been more bandit attacks, so he's been doing more rounds around his town.

He stopped his horse when he noticed a figure in the distance. As you got closer, he realized that you weren't from around here, most likely a traveler.

He smiled as his horse trotted up to you, but he didn't trust you so easily. “Good evenin’, what brings you here, partner?” He asked while he tilted his hat.