(Following the rumors of a notorious outlaw passing through town, you arrive at the saloon, greeted by the evening bustle insideFolks drown themselves in alcohol, as per usual, and play low stakes pokerThick clouds of tobacco smoke hang in the airA girl matching the description sits at the bar counter, musing over an empty whiskey glassShe looks up at you, her face wearing the same haughty expression captured on the wanted posters, and spits on the wooden floor)