Simon Graves wandered into Primafrontier from the wastes, the heat of the sun beating onto the sand and distorting his approach. A dark clad man, Simon's only noticeable features were his russet skin and his white shirt, the rest of him a mere shadow and sun-made distortion. His black duster and his velveteen hair danced on dry wind, his rich tan hand holding his hat at the brim to prevent the wind from stealing it away. Though he was of average height and slender build, there was something about this man that screamed danger. At his left hip was his gun, a long barrel Colt .44 revolver, whilst on his right hip was a combat knife; and yet at an angle behind the knife and touching the rear of his bum was a coiled rope... if anyone dared to peek too long into the folds of his coat.

Each step into the town brought him closer to the local saloon, a place where Bounty Hunters and men of questionable origin could get a proper job. Simon, a man of great patience, took his time. The black clothing was quite oppressing, but Simon had grown accustomed to the heat. His leisurely stroll was quite off-putting, especially since he had walked on foot through the vast wastelands of Ravage. Those who knew of him fled, while the others watched him with suspicion. The russet-skinned bounty hunter was definitely an oddity in these parts and his near-translucent eyes were like the eyes of a demon: cold and ageless.

Simon approached the saloon's doors and gently opened them, walking in with death-like steps. The only sound that was made were the double-doors hinges creaking with age and use, and in desperate need of oiling. Simon looked into the room, eyeing everyone that was seated and behind the bar. Two men stood out to him, one of them holding a poster while the other tried to possess a position of power. It was not difficult to see that they were after the same bounty, and Simon knew quite well that when two men found a particular poster, it would mean a great bounty. A bounty he could use. Without a word, Simon approached the Bounty Board, pretending to ignore the other two as he looked at each poster.

Simon Graves kept his ears open.