arrives in a cloud of dust on a tired camel

I stagger into the watering hole to quench my thirst and question the locals. I stare at all the beautiful women and wonder why there are no men here. Very strange indeed. but who cares, i unroll the parchment and tack it to the crumbling wall.

quickly the women rush to read it, one squawking "reward for the capture of the wine merchant of the watering hole??!! and of the CatWhacker!" They jibber amongst themselves and one leaves the group, walking to the back table. I walk over with my beer, she looks up and asks "is that Dead or Alive?"