Snake's Canyon was a booming frontier town, up until the early 1800s. The drying up of the reservoirs left this landlocked town in the middle of nowhere trapped in a drought. In spite of this, the people of this town always kept up the pleasantries in the daily and especially in the nightly. Folks would somehow always manage to wander in to the Silver Tulip bar for the showgirls. That's what I had first heard about this place.

I was a freelance scribe, wandering along the wilderness, taking in and recording all that lay under the sun and the cosmos... that is to say in fancy talk that I was unemployed back then. I roamed around, without a care in the world. In my travels, I wound up in that very bar.

It was truly a great experience, drinks a plenty- which I could happily list off for you but regulation here demands that I do not- and music; wonderful, wonderful music. There was a guitarist on stage, playing a song of a lost love. Well, right up until he fell over and died. But before that point it was nice. Such a shame, he was such a good guitarist.

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He had the face of an honest man, a trustworthy man. Yes, an honest to goodness dead man, with a nice full head of hair, a plain white shirt, simple hair and boots too; why, when he collapsed the whole bar went silent. For a good while it was quiet, then a man dressed in a all black robe stood and shouted-

"Quick! Take his shoes!"

Like vultures finding a baby bird whose mama abandoned because it was the biproduct of an adulterous relationship with another bird that had to be hidden away before papa bird could find out- "A bit of a happen-stan-cial mishapperou that could totally happen to you too. Why, it's his fault!"- but papa bird was with Jannett from the next tree over so the whole situation is messed up beyond any repair and so your like, both of you just get seperated but then they dont and drag everyone else around them through the mud- the crowd quickly stripped him of his possessions.

That night, I gained a nice pair of boots. I came to like them a lot. I called it early that night though, I did not care to stay and watch the rest of the show that didn't happen. Later on, come to find out he died of dysentery. Most of the other people in that bar also caught the same disease by being in such close proximity to him for such an extended time.

In the end, he spread his rottenness all around to many folks in town.