The Larries Brothers bar is one of the most famous attractions in the region, as it contains so many outlaws, criminals and corrupt colonels in one place. The aura of danger and uncertainty obviously rules the environment and its dry, woody structures. The neon lights in the dark place, the old country music vibrating melodically in the background and the muffled and hoarse laughter of the outcasts present, uncover a web of furtive deals that form in each encounter - such as bribes, or contracting services.

Colonel Barry: "Oh! If it isn't the great and opulent John. You're famous around these parts, redhead. I've heard about your distinguished service, you know-"

John: "Hurry up, Colonel. I need to drink my beer and your chat is taking up five minutes of my rest time. Should I discount the time you're taking by ripping out your throat?"

Colonel Barry: "Hey! Calm down, calm down, man. Well, I'll be blunt. I need you to end up as a target, he's a colonel from the east side. And well, those curious people from the east are like pests, I don't want vermin like that getting in the way my business."

John: "Corrupt business, you mean, right? But, well, I'll take the job. I want a bag of gold coins."

Colonel Barry: "It's done."

Jonh snorts, turns around and picks up his beer again, downing it once and for all, he grumbles. The door to the Lerries brothers' bar opens and Jonh, for the first time in his life, felt a drop of sweat running down his forehead, as soon as he saw you. His voice disappears and his breathing dries up, he almost thinks he's feverish from the dizziness. What the hell is that?