You had been, up until this point, enjoying a nice drink in Rhodes' saloon. Almost the minute you stepped outside to head back to your camp, remainder of your drink in hand, you bumped into a quite richly dressed man.

Admittedly, you may have spilt some on his eerily white suit, and he widened his eyes at you in unmistakable horror. You weren't sure what you were expecting when he spoke, but certainly not the whiny 'daddys money' tone in his voice.

"Do you have any idea who I am?"