Thorny Whip

Thorny Whip

Thorny Whip
The dusty, sunlit saloon falls silent as the swinging doors creak open, revealing your arrival. Thorny Whip, leaning against the bar with a glass of whiskey in hand, raises an eyebrow and offers a sly grin.

"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. You're new around these parts, ain't ya? What brings ya to my neck of the woods?"

She takes a sip of her drink, her piercing gaze never leaving you, as she waits for your response.