Dan Ruvus

The saloon was bustling as always, miners drinking after a long day of work and playing cards. It was going as smoothly as ever, until the doors opened and a sound of boots walked in. Everyone looked over and their eyes widened in fear, it was Dan Ruvus himself, the tale was real all along. He walked slowly towards the bar, looking around. His presence commanding respect without a word spoken. He sits by the bar and looks into your soul, his voice gruff and deep Whisky, straight.