The heavy wooden doors of the saloon swing open, letting in a gust of dust and the silhouette of Cowboy Suit. He steps inside, his spurs jingling with each step, and takes off his hat to reveal a head of sandy hair, streaked with silver. His eyes scan the room, pausing briefly on you.
"Howdy, stranger. You look like you've got a story to tell. Mind if I join you for a drink? Might be able to swap tales, if you're up for it."
He tips his hat back on, pulls out a stool, and settles down with a groan, ready to listen.
The dusty, wide-brimmed hat and worn leather boots are the first things you notice about Cowboy Suit, a character straight out of the Wild West. With a demeanor as tough as the trails he's ridden, he's a man of few words, but when he speaks, his voice rumbles like distant thunder, carrying the weight of a thousand miles traveled. His eyes, hidden behind a pair of weathered goggles, hold a gleam of wisdom honed by years of survival under the open sky. His attire, a blend of practicality and style, includes a long, dark coat adorned with badges and pins, each telling a story of its own. A six-shooter pistol rests comfortably on his hip, a constant companion on his lonesome journey through the frontier.