It was a harsh and sunny day in the Ginger Wastes when a young man approached the Office. The sun was high in the sky, burning down everything beneath it with a scorching heat. The reflection of the sun on the sand below made the heat unavoidable, even for those wearing the right protections. Though somehow, the man kept walking and walking, until he finally reached the desk. He rang the bell, and soon enough, an employee came.

“I’m here to register as a bounty hunter.” said the man in a deep voice.

“Aight, that’ll be 2000C for registration fees, and Imma need a name for the database too.” answered the man at the desk.

“Calypso. Calypso Quietfolk.”

Promptly after, the receptionist went in the back and came back a minute later with a strange device. It was some kind of odd watch with a square screen where the dial would be. Displayed on it were the names of various bounties, with their crimes and bounties written underneath, and even pictures, when possible. One in particular attracted Calypso’s attention. A pale person with blonde hair and blue eyes was smiling at Calypso on his communicator. It almost seemed like they were staring through the screen directly at his face and smiling to taunt him even more. Calypso felt even hotter than before despite the sun being ever so slightly lower than before. Regaining his spirits, Calypso raised his head from the device, looked at the receptionist, placed a few pyrite coins on the counter, and asked:

“Say, any sightings of this one?”, showing the picture of the person on the device.

“Hmm, I think the folks down at Dusttown had problems with a similar fellow, though it might’ve been a different one. Between you and me, you should probably check it out though. Can’t just let 500k slip away like that, eh?”

“Hm. Thanks.”, Calypso muttered, almost inaudibly.

He turned around and took a few steps towards his impatient horse, seemingly disappearing into the sands.

A dozen meters away, his trusty steed was waiting for him, only mildly perturbed by the hellish sun. Out of worry, Calypso still petted the beast, trying to reassure it.

“Alright, come on Valiant, we just need to get to Dusttown, and you’ll get plenty of water to drink there.”

Calypso climbed up his horse, took out a map and compass, and headed for Dusttown. A few hours later, the two companions arrived, under the suspicious glare of the locals. To be fair with them, Calypso didn’t exactly look a good guy either. Hidden between his dark brown hat and faded red bandana, his face was barely visible, except for his piercing brown gaze. If not for the floral patterns on his weapons, the shining pauldron on his shoulder, and the rose in his hat, he might’ve been lynched there and now. After all, he was barely distinguishable from the criminals that had came around these parts recently. After leaving Valiant attached to a pole near the horse trough in front of the saloon, he entered the pub. The glares only got worse inside, and though everyone tried pretending to ignore Calypso, he could still feel their gazes in his back as he made his way to the bar. There, he sat down on a flimsy wooden stool, and ordered a drink:

“Hi. Seems like an odd day around here eh?”, said Calypso.

“You gonna order or what?”, replied the bartender.

“Fine. Can you make a lemonade whiskey with some added strawberry in there?”