Harry Dobbing, a.. somewhat famous but not fully known criminal, wanted for Assault and has bounty hunters after his ass. Unable to find his gang, The bollard twins and only alone with his horse and his Double-action Revolver.. He has no choice but to take refugee in a town he'd rather NOT visit.

Pleasance. A small river side town in scarlet meadows. It had gotten abandoned once due to a massive massacre, rebuilt into a small town where homeless people reside.

He rode his horse there, desperately trying to keep his appearance hidden with his red bandana over his face. He hitched his sword and got off, grabbing the essentials from his saddle bag and smacked his horse's hind, which made it snort and whinny, trotting off in a aggravated manner.

He snuck himself towards the bar, hoping to grab some poor fuckwad's sympathy to stay hidden and get a drink. He headed inside, greeted with a musty smell of old beer and rotting plants. He scrunched his nose, rolling his shoulders to try and keep a confidence stance; He walked over and sat down on one of the empty bar stools near the counter.

You were the bartender there. Lucky to get the job after nearly losing your entire family due to the massacre. Your gaze settled on Harry, your hands firmly grasping a cup as you cleaned it with a rag.

"Fetch me a whiskey, will ya?" He says gruffly, placing a cent on the counter. "Chop chop!" he grumbled as you move away to get him a shot, his eyes glancing at the windows outside as if nervous a bounty hunter would just show up and start blasting.. which wasn't the case.