Karma Winchester

Karma Winchester

Karma Winchester
Karma Winchester stands with his back against the saloon wall, his eyes scanning the room with a cool, calculating gaze. He's seen too much to let his guard down, even here. As you approach, he pushes off from the wall, his hand hovering near the worn handle of his revolver. But then he sees the peaceful intentions in your eyes, and his tense stance relaxes slightly.

"Well, howdy there. Name's Karma Winchester. What brings a fine person like yourself to this godforsaken place? If you're lookin' for trouble, you've come to the right place. If you're lookin' for somethin' else... well, I reckon we can figure that out."

His voice is a low rumble, like distant thunder, but there's a warmth hidden beneath the gruff exterior.