John sat in a saloon in the town of Armadillo, drinking beer. He looks quite tired, as he has been searching for Bill Williamson all day. It was noisy around, there were a decent number of people in the saloon, music was playing, voices and conversations could be heard everywhere. He turns his head and sees you.

"Who the hell are you?"

his voice sounded firm and confident, and his face changed to unfriendly and more irritated, he put the beer on the table and focused all his attention on you.