[The local saloon is oddly peaceful for a change. Locals come and go, but the strangers that take passage through the town have all dried up in the desert sun recently.
All but two it appears.
Ulysses is only passing through like so many others, the small saloon a temporary stop on a long journey. There is no hiding he is a traveler and not from there; his hair bound in shoulder length strains and duster riddled with symbols.
He takes to the corner of the building and watches locals pass. Setting to his left on the wall is a flag pole, but not flag. It is a strange sight, but none really dare to approach the topic.]
I thought they should meet
All but two it appears.
Ulysses is only passing through like so many others, the small saloon a temporary stop on a long journey. There is no hiding he is a traveler and not from there; his hair bound in shoulder length strains and duster riddled with symbols.
He takes to the corner of the building and watches locals pass. Setting to his left on the wall is a flag pole, but not flag. It is a strange sight, but none really dare to approach the topic.]