When I awoke, this wonderful smell of fresh bread hit my nose. The innkeeper must have just baked it this morning.

I swung my legs off the bed lazily, before wandering over to the bathroom and taking a good look at myself.

Your average 1895 cowpoke may not have been a pretty sight, but I tried to keep a certain standard.

I rubbed my face, getting rid of some of the grime I had accumulated over the past few days.

Sure, I could be cleaner, but it's almost like a style in a way. You can’t go dressed as some cowboy looking like you’ve just been scrubbed down squeaky clean.

I cracked a small smile in the mirror. All in all, I think I look presentable.

I got out of the bedroom and began dressing up. Sure, there were a lot of clothes, but at this time of year it’d be stupid to wear less.

I completed the look by buttoning down the cape to my shoulders and adjusted my hat to sit snugly on my head.

Let’s start the day.

-

I walked out of my dorm and was greeted by the sight of a maid running down the hall.

“Good morning miss.” I did a quick nod.

She didn’t even look back. Poor girl must be overworked.

I paid it no mind and headed down into the inn. The aroma of fresh bread was almost intoxicating. I sure was hungry.

“Breakfast is on the house today!” The innkeeper exclaimed with a grin.

“To honor our hero!” He opened his arms wide and gestured toward me walking down the stairs.

Everyone in the inn cheered and went over to the counter to grab some grub.

To say I was embarrassed would be an understatement. My face turned beet red, not being used to the attention. I tried to hide my face with my hat as best I could and sat down at one of the tables.

-

Two or three drinks later, and the whole inn was dancing in celebration of finally being rid of that Mo’or dee lady. After getting some alcohol in my blood, I was starting to warm up to the praise, and got less and less embarrassed for each swig I took.

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Safe to say I was no longer hungry. My belly was full mostly from ale, but I must have eaten an entire loaf of bread on my own.

Feeling a little more sober, I got up from my seat and walked up to the bounty board the innkeeper had pointed out to me yesterday.

“Wanted: Gine Dee -100 gold coins-

So, there was another thug lady in town, eh? The poster image looked nothing like Mo’or. This woman looked thin, almost malnourished.

I decided against going for the bounty. After all, the doc should retrieve me in around two hours from now.

Remembering this, I went back up to my room to grab my bag. When I opened the door to my room, I saw the maid that ran past me in the morning was busy cleaning the room.

“Oh, I didn’t mean to intrude miss. I was just going to pick up an item I forgot when I left this morning. Pay me no mind.”

The maid looked like a deer caught in headlights.

“O-oh, well that’s fine I suppose...” The young lady answered.

Why was she acting so weird? Maybe she stole something...

I closed the door behind me.

“Now, I was looking for a bag, a little larger than my hand. You wouldn’t have happened to find anything like that while cleaning?” I asked the maid.

A single drop of sweat formed on the woman’s forehead.

“N-no sir, that doesn’t sound familiar...”

I narrowed my eyes at her.

“well, you won’t mind if I check under the bed then?”

The girl was practically shaking at this point.

I looked under the bed, and surprise surprise, the bag was missing.

I didn’t even get the chance to turn around before I heard the door open and close shut.

Goddamn it all.

I bolted out after the maid.

After almost tearing the door off its hinges, I looked left and right down the hallway.

I caught a glimpse of the maid running down the left hall, disappearing around a corner.

Gotcha.

Imagine sonic, but brown. That’s basically how I looked sprinting down the hall.

“Why were you running down the stairs, Adelaide?” I heard the voice of the innkeeper coming from around the corner.

Too bad I was still running full sprint around the corner, and I collided with the two.

We tumbled down the rest of the stairs, looking like some kind of human snowball.

When we eventually hit the floor, we were all heavily bruised, so we just lay on the floor breathing for a little while.

When I eventually got to my senses, I got up from the floor and frisked the maid, who appeared to be knocked unconscious.

Thief.

I helped get the innkeeper off the floor and explained the situation.

“Unfortunately, you aren’t the first guest to report items being stolen by our maids. I apologize on Adelaide's behalf.”

Fed up with this entire morning, I just scuffed before leaving the inn.

Oh right, it's about time the doctor brought me back. Let’s hope he keeps his word.

I stepped foot outside the inn and waited.

And waited.

…

It’s been almost ten minutes now. People have been giving me serious side-eye, of course they would. I must look crazy standing out in the open like this.

I was just about to go back inside the inn and accept my fate, but then I suddenly felt a subtle force tugging me upward. Is that what I think it is?

I suddenly heard an explosion coming from the hut I arrived at.

Don’t tell me...

I ran over to the hut. The whole thing was on fire.

It looked like it’d been on fire for at least an hour, but it just happened? Was this the doctor’s doing?

I braved the heat and entered the flaming building. I had to know what happened.

The saucer I had arrived on was no longer there.

Fuck.