Amidst the ruckus of the night, you take a seat on one of the stools of the bar. Saguaro's Hip is as lively as ever. Some time to relax, at last. Sighing, you longingly stare at your drink. Your train of thought is interrupted by a voice.

Hey. Good evening... you seem tired, make sure to rest well tonight. The huge man takes a seat next to you, he's looking as friendly as ever. His clothes are a bit dusty, probably because of his working day at the mine.