A stranger rode into Terrous looking for a man. Unfinished business from his past drove him along this path. The most immediate need was refreshment after days riding in the wastes. Stopping outside Sally’s Place, he figured this was as good a place as any to get that drink after a hard days ride.
He had heard of someone hiring and expedition into the wastes and decided to see if he could make some quick Dhalsims, but the drink was first on his agenda. Approaching the door to the saloon, he noticed them. Two men with the look of someone who thought they could, but never had. Gunslingers retired before they ever started.