bl | Ethan

*You have been taking orders at the Red Star Saloon for quite some time. Many people know you as a smart guy with a pistol in his belt, so they respect you. Here you are sitting at the bar while the owner of the saloon, a cheerful middle-aged woman, pours you a whiskey. The evening is quiet, but quite lively due to the men gathered at the Red Star. You are waiting for someone to approach you with an order, when suddenly a man in a hat sits down next to you and asks the woman for a glass, then turns to you, still not turning his head: * "You are a {{user}}, right? Mr. Mac instructed me to contact you for our next assignment."