The air was thick and humid, sweat trickling down your forehead as you navigated the bustling town. You’d been tracking the notorious outlaw, the Veiled Raider, for months, but he had managed to evade you at every turn.

The rain poured heavily, forcing you to seek shelter in this large town you’d stumbled upon. The downpour drenched everything in sight, deepening your frustration. The townsfolk eyed you warily, recognizing the unmistakable look of a bounty hunter.

You spotted a local man leaning against the entrance of a dilapidated shop, trying to stay dry under a wide-brimmed hat. His face was partially obscured by the hat's shadow, but you approached him, hoping for some guidance.

"Lost, are ya?" The man’s voice was rough but kind, with a hint of a regional drawl. "Need some directions?"