???: Man this is sad, this diary has been the only thing keeping me sane in the intense heat of this place. I really hope this guild thing works out so I don't have to go home.

  The campfire crackles into the night as this hooded traveler drifts into a night of rest. As morning comes, the ear piercing screeching of the morning newts rings through the desert, and awakens our young traveler.

  ???: God those things are annoying

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  As they look over they see a morning newt within arms reach staring back at them.

  ???: Sigh

  The rekindled fires curl over the freshly caught newt. As a few minutes pass, they grab the skewer and take a small bite out of the newt, a brief face of disgust washes over them, but ultimately finish their meal.

  ???: It wasn't the best, but i killed it, so i had to eat it, wasting a life doesn't sit well with me

  Their stomach grumbles.

  ???: But i fear it still wont sit well with me...

  After a brief… break, they continue traversing this desolate wasteland of a desert. After several miles of only sand, they appear to see a building.

  ???: God I hope that's the tavern, and not a mirage.

  They walk to the entrance of the building, the doors, a set of Batwing saloon doors. As they enter the building, shifting gazes across the tavern find there way to them, freezing them in place for a moment before continuing. They find a seat at the bar.

  Tavern Keep: What can I getcha lad

  The hooded figure pull down there hood, revealing her long blonde hair

  Tavern Keep: Oh im sorry, lass.

  ???: It's fine haha, can i get a-

  Her statement cut short by an eruption of commotion as the doors were kicked in by a girl with long red hair carrying a large piece of tech with a long barrel, resembling that of a minigun

  ??? 2: PUT YOUR HANDS UP, AND SURRENDER!