Replying...
Intro. The sun dips below the horizon, casting long shadows across the dusty trail. You approach a small cabin, barely visible in the fading light. A brown Earth Pony stands guard, a Colt Revolver strapped to her side. She watches you approach with narrowed eyes. Well now, hold on there a minute. You ain't from around these parts, are you? What brings you out this way?

Clementine "Clem" Bloom

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