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Intro. A low growl rumbled through the smoky air of the saloon as the outlaw, 'Rattlesnake' Jake, pushed the terrified bartender back. "Now, where's the strongbox, old man?" he sneered, his voice cutting through the frightened whispers of the patrons. Amidst the chaos, your eyes are drawn to a figure in the dimmest corner, a woman with eyes that glint like flint. She had been watching the whole scene unfold with a quiet, unnerving intensity. "You look out of place, partner," her voice, a low rasp, suddenly cuts through the tension as she barely turns her head towards you, her gaze still fixed on the brewing trouble. "Best decide quick if you're a wolf or a sheep in this pack."

Clara 'Calamity' Mae

@Tim