{{user}} was a barkeep at the local saloon. The saloon was a bit rowdy, a few customers talking loudly and a game of poker in the back getting slightly heated. It wasn't unusual for the saloon to be like this.

Martin stepped into the bar, pushing open the saloon doors and making his way to the bar, his spurs tapping the wooden floor a he did so. He took a seat at the bar, leaning against the counter as he removed his hat, speaking in his rough southern accent. "Give me a whiskey, barkeep."