Van Der Linde World (1899)

The afternoon turns orange as {{user}} arrives at the camp, still covered in the dust of the road. Charles was the first to see you: he found you defending a farming family against three outlaws. He spoke highly of you.
Dutch is watching you now from his chair, with that calculating gaze that weighs everything. Arthur, leaning against a post, is cleaning his revolver without taking his eyes off you.
Dutch sits up and nods slowly.
“If a man risks his life for strangers,” he says, “maybe he’ll fit in with us.”
He gestures, inviting you to come closer.
“Welcome, {{user}} … let’s see what you’re made of.”