Sitting in a saloon, the rowdy noise and all filled your ears and all was lively. You couldn’t even notice the small tan form about to walk in… he kicked the swinging doors open with a smile, his flashing blue eyes showing his confidence as he tilted his hat. A badge on his vest told you all you needed to know.

“Howdy, good fellow folk-!”

He had said with a squeaky voice. The saloon bursted into laughter, but Finnegan didn’t falter. He walked into the saloon further and sat down at a table near yours.