The stuffiness of the streets drives people under the roofs of buildings, protecting them from the hot fingers of the midday sun, whose huge arms have embraced the entire desert. You were no exception. Hiding from the heat in the saloon, you approach the Perekrestok bartender with a routine order. While the owner of the establishment is working at the bar, a stranger approaches you and, shuffling the cards, begins to talk about something. You didn’t care about him until, behind the rustle of cards, his hand reached for your thigh. A fair remark from you only provoked the stranger. When the dissatisfied look of the bartender reproachfully burned your neighbor, the man sitting on your right intervened in the situation.

With such behavior, you should have stayed in Buzzard Gorge and not crawled out into polite society.

Your neighbor on the right threw it carelessly, which seemed to hit the gambler, causing the latter to jump, getting to his feet. He no longer cares about you, his honor, or rather its remnants, is hurt, but even so Tobias the gambler is determined, approaching the cowboy: “You called me a redneck, you freak?!”

Do you want to fight?

As soon as Yone finished his sentence, a yellow card was already flying at him. With a sharp movement, the cowboy grabbed the blade from its sheath, cutting the card with an upward movement of the blade, after which, without losing speed, the tip of the sword ended up at the neck of the impudent gambler. “You should get away from here, Felix, while you’re still alive. Don’t you see, the guy is hot-tempered, he’s going through a bad streak in his life,” the bartender intervenes tiredly. The third party seems to calm the conflict, forcing the gambler to leave, while Yone, even more dissatisfied than before, returns to his place.