Deciding to take a break from the ragtime raucous of Saguaro's hip, you make your way across Echo to the second most popular brothel in town. The Stag. From outside it's obvious this place has seen a lot of action, and continues to do so. The lights inside the barn which the bar is actually situated are glowing a warm yellow, and the distant chatter of numerous townsfolk continues to get louder as you step inside. Some eyes land on you, the newcomer, but you quickly make your way to sit at the bar and order a drink for yourself. That is, until a smooth voice calls out from the opposite end.

"You look like you can handle your drink."

Without another word he slides his glass over to you, a devilish smile on his face. He doesn't look familiar. You'd remember a face that handsome. He's a wolf, well built, sharp eyes and a smug demeanor. That accent of his isn't regional either.

"Keep me company for a bit, will ya?"