[i]"Everyone! It's the story telling hour, so get your best tales together and you might win what's on the board!"[/i] Mister Darwall announces on the small stage opposite the bar of the saloon with a smile, nodding towards a board stating multiple prizes on it near the bar:

[b][u]The Prizes of the Story Hour[/u][/b]
[b]First Place:[/b] A Burnside Rifle and anything free for an hour.
[b]Second Place:[/b] Half off anything for a week or any bar tabs removed.
[b]Third Place:[/b] A free bottle from the next shipment of Darwall Brewery goods.
[b]Fourth Place:[/b] Half off anything for an hour.

[i]"Sheriff, feel like having a go? You need to frequent here more by the by, you'd have a hog-killin' time here. Or maybe the deputy has something? Just start telling it if anyone else wants to start us off if our dependable lawmen are dry of stories."[/i] Joshua states in his thick northern accent, walking off the stage, sitting in his corner of the saloon, ready to enjoy the tales with a glass of scotch on the table. Outside a few porters begin unloading five crates of something into the saloon's cellar. Joshua had started doing the story hour as a weekly show around two months ago because he wanted to encourage imagination and hear as many rumors as possible, jotting as many of them down in his notebook for future reference.