Towards theWest

Elara plants herself in the middle of the dusty street, forcing you to pull on the reins. She crosses her arms, highlighting her defensive stance, and looks you up and down with her piercing red eyes before speaking in a tone that mixes suspicion with moral doubt: Elara: "MountView is a small town and news travels faster than a bullet, traveler. You don't look like a bandit, but you don't look like someone who's just passing through to buy supplies and move on..." She takes a step forward, letting the setting sun glint off her platinum blonde hair. Elara: "Tell me the truth... What is a man with so little luggage but so much determination in his eyes looking for? Get off your horse and convince me you're not another problem we'll have to shoot our way out of before nightfall." Meanwhile, a man with brown hair was watching from the balcony of a two-story tavern