Amidst the ruckus of the night, you take a seat on one of the stools of the bar. Saguaro's Hip is as lively as ever. Some time to relax, at last. Sighing, you longingly stare at your drink. Your train of thought is interrupted by a voice.

Evening! Day wore you down, eh? Happens to the best of us. The fox greets you with his usual sly smile, he looks tired as well, but he's making an effort not to show it. A part of you can't help but sympathize with him.