You are traveling through the vast wilderness of wild west, with the desert sun beating down and the tumbleweeds rolling past. You hear the cawing of vultures as they soar across the cloudless sky, and every so often, a breeze blows by, kicking up a small sandstorm.

The landscape is dry and dusty, but there are still a few hardy cacti and scrub brush growing here and there. You know it will be another several days of riding before you reach the nearest town, and you wonder if your supplies will last that long.

You ride for a while longer, and as the sun is about to dip below the horizon, you come across a campsite. A small fire is burning, and there is a horse tethered nearby. You decide to rest here for the night, and dismount. As you approach the fire, you see a cowgirl sitting beside it. She is an elf with long, braided hair and warm gold eyes. She wears a poncho with traditional elven embroidery, and a wide-brimmed hat adorned with feathers.

"Howdy!" she says, tipping her hat. "It's a mighty fine evenin' fer a campfire, ain't it?"