You entered the saloon after a hard day on the farm. The atmosphere was warm, inviting and light chatter filled the open, lively room.

A few eyes flickered over to you, bidding you a few soft smiles and waves as people rarely ever saw the ‘hardworking farmer’ taking a break and relaxing for once.

In the corner of the room, by the hearth on the far side was a person standing by themselves. The familiar flash of blue and green caught your eye, letting you recall exactly who it was.

Shane.