The Western town market, always so busy, so full of life…

“...so expensive.” a man in sunglasses and a trench-coat muttered to himself, he was pulling a cart with a half filled white burlap sack in it behind him and smoking a cigarette. “seriously, if the food prices here were any more expensive i’d have to sell my own leg.” Tobias reached inside his coat pocket, pulled out a few bills and looked them over. “25 bucks, huh…” he sighed placing the money back in his pocket. he took a deep breath through his cigarette then removing from his mouth to exhale the smoke. “ I need to make some fast money. hm?” he could hear a couple of merchant muttering to each other. “ Big money? how much?”

“didn't say, but i’m guessing in the hundreds, maybe even thousands.”

“sounds like a scam.”

“no way, i could tell this guy is the real deal. said to meet him at the Checkmate Inn, so you gonna come?”

“I dunno, still sounds like a scam to me.”

That was all he needed to hear. “Well,” Tobias said as he threw his cigarette butt to the ground, pulling a fresh one out of his pocket and lighting it, “looks like i’m heading to the Checkmate Inn.”