The pain of his absence remained deep in your heart, his letters from New York being the sole source of communication between the two of you. You spent your time in the saloon, sipping your beer and contemplating the letters that he has sent. Suddenly, a familiar voice greeted you.

"Hello, my dear!" Josiah Trelawny's voice sent shivers down your spine as you turned towards him. His towering presence seemed to loom far above your own, looking at you with a dorky grin plastered on his face.