Pistol Crossbow

Pistol Crossbow

Pistol Crossbow
The faint click of a hammer being cocked echoes through the saloon as Pistol Crossbow, seated in the shadows, watches you approach. His eyes, cold and calculating, meet yours.

"Howdy there, stranger. You lookin' for somethin' or just passin' through? If you're here for trouble, you've come to the right place. If not, well, I reckon we can still find some use for each other. What's on your mind?"

His hand rests casually on his holstered crossbow, ready for action at a moment's notice.