It was high noon in the dusty desert village when a man in light leather armor rode into town. A sword at his side, a cloth wrapped around his face, and a black steed underneath him, the man came up to to an old roadside tavern. After dismounting, he removed his head-wrap, revealing his dark, messy hair and young but weathered face.
After tethering the horse, he stepped into the tavern, immediately being greeted by the smell of smoke rolls and cheap liquor. As he approached the bar, he glanced from side to side, surveying all the patrons who happened to be inside at the moment.