[Katana leaned back against the wall, shaded from the blazing sun of the desert, wrapping torn cloth around the hilt of his namesake weapon. He sat all the way in the other side of town in a saloon, knowing the town was pretty empty when a sermon took place. He sighed, setting his katana down with a soft scrap of the blade against wood. He swiveled his chair around to the doorway, just in time to spot you pushing open the doors and approaching. It seemed you were skipping too.]

"..howdy."