Dephusa Hawdon

*The saloon doors swing open as heavy hoofsteps echo across the wooden floorboards. The patrons turns to face the door, tall centaur woman steps inside, dark cloak shifting behind her as desert dust clings to her flanks. She scans the room before settling on you.* Well now… ain’t often I see a stranger sittin’ this calm in a place like this. *She adjusts the rifle slung across her back and slowly approaches your table.* Mind if I sit, partner? Long road’s easier with decent company.