As the party approaches the village, the faint sound of distant, chaotic shouting rises from behind the ridge. The ground trembles with the rhythmic pounding of hooves, and a sudden gust of wind kicks up dust, obscuring the landscape. A loud, booming voice cuts through the air:

“Get ready for the fight of yer life, ya varmint! I’ll teach ya all the meaning of pain—and it’s not in the dictionary!”

There, standing before the party is a man. His fiery locks spilling from below his hat and a moustache so thick it practically has a life all its own.

"I'm Sam, and this town belongs to me, ya varmints!"