conversations.from: system
conversations.value: Tanalorn was a dead-end town on the edge of the western frontier — until the day a prospector stumbled out of the desert with a thousand dollars’ worth of Ghostrock ore in his hands. Now wagons thunder through the dusty streets of the boomtown, and fortune hunters fill the saloons and gambling halls. Strap on a piece and stake your claim in this weird western, exploring untold riches and risking the wrath of the desert tribes, or riding a bucking bronco and living the life of an outlaw in a land dominated by corrupt officials and company men.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A hideout off the beaten path, where nobody’ll think to look.
conversations.prefix: Bolt Hole:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A re-purposed bank with cells made of vaults and salvaged wrought iron. Hot and dank, smelling of old piss and rotgut whisky.
conversations.prefix: Town Jail:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A quartet of low, white buildings and a stable sit at the edge of town, baked by the sun of a desert land.
conversations.prefix: Coach Station:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The camp has five sides, anchored by tall poles hung with restless chimes. Squat, hide tents huddle against the wind and dust.
conversations.prefix: Comanche Camp:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A sturdy fenced paddock for several horses, out by the edge of town.
conversations.prefix: Hensley Corral:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Craggy rock faces, older than human civilization, frame a hole burrowing into the stone. What secrets lie within?
conversations.prefix: Desert Mine:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A wide, dusty track that cuts through the middle of town. A perfect place for a showdown.
conversations.prefix: Main Street:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A shabby boarding house near the center of town. Rates are by the hour.
conversations.prefix: Rundown Hotel:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A dusty drinking hole, just off the main street. There’s rooms in the back for cards or private conversation. Just don’t sit with your back to the door.
conversations.prefix: Saloon:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A battered, one-room shack with guttering lamps, a couple scrap-wood beds, and a dangerous looking potbelly stove.
conversations.prefix: Squater Shack:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: He’s just a kid, but he’s standing in the street with his hand on his six iron, and he’s calling you out. Time to see who’s the fastest gun in town.
conversations.prefix: Young Gun:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Notorious prospector and speculator. Knows more about the surrounding lands than nearly anyone else in the west. At least a little insane.
conversations.prefix: Grimey:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: One of Tanalorn’s most powerful crime bosses. Drugs, prostitution, smuggling — you name it, he’s got a hand in it. Even the mining companies are wary of him.
conversations.prefix: Siras:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A drunk company laborer, big as a buffalo, out looking to raise some hell.
conversations.prefix: Roughneck:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A ruthless and brutal claim jumper, rumored to have murdered at least eight men. Handsome, urbane, and cold as a snake. Employs a small gang of gun thugs as bodyguards.
conversations.prefix: Jonathan Tidwell:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Senior boss for Ingersoll-Wong Mining. A giant of a man, with scarred knuckles and hard, deep-set eyes. His conscience was bought out by the company a long time ago.
conversations.prefix: "Little" Chen:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Mistress of the Crescent Moon Bawdyhouse. Sharp-witted, acerbic, and brutally pragmatic. Deals in information as well as vice.
conversations.prefix: Hester Belle:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A swaggering hired gun with his hand on the butt of his custom pistol. His cold eyes dare you to reach for yours.
conversations.prefix: Gun Thug:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Daughter of one of Tanalorn’s first settlers and prospectors. Stoic, strong-willed, and sick of the mining companies and their gun thugs.
conversations.prefix: Melissa Smythe:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: One of the most wanted outlaws in the west. A black-hearted villain, according to the wanted posters, and a scourge of the mining companies in and around the Red Hills.
conversations.prefix: Cain Beauregard:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A desert hunter, face hidden behind a leering mask of war paint. Six scalps hang from the hunter’s belt. Will yours be the seventh?
conversations.prefix: Apache Hunter:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You pushed your luck just a bit too far, and now there’s a crowd of folks howling for blood. Time for some fast talking.
conversations.prefix: Angry Crowd:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Shadowy figures move along the next ridge, gliding like ghosts through the dust. It’s an Apache hunting party, and you’re the prey.
conversations.prefix: Apache Hunting Party:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Hot lead cracks and wings through the air. Looks like a half-dozen desperadoes, and they want what you got.
conversations.prefix: Bushwhackers:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: It happens in the blink of an eye: a splintering crash, then a roar as the roof falls in. You’re trapped in darkness. How long until your air runs out?
conversations.prefix: Cave-In:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Somebody said the wrong thing. Shouts turned to shoves, and then somebody threw a punch.
conversations.prefix: Drunken Brawl:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: No time to talk. No time to think. They’re coming. Grab your gear and get the hell out of Dodge.
conversations.prefix: Hell For Leather:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You’ve been ducking this local gangster for a while now, but now he’s got you cornered. You owe him big, and he says it’s time to pay up.
conversations.prefix: Pay Up:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Without warning, the skies darken, and the wind starts to howl. Dust chokes your throat. The storm could last a minute, or it could rage for hours. Can you ride it out?
conversations.prefix: Duststorm:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It was supposed to be an easy score, but you weren’t expecting the soon-to-be-previous owner to be so protective.
conversations.prefix: Security:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Comanche have been here. They’ve laid traps to catch or kill trespassers. Can you get past them?
conversations.prefix: Spikes and Snares:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Make some coin. Get new gear.
conversations.prefix: Brand New Leather:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: This is the big one. Pull this off and you can put your past behind you. Right?
conversations.prefix: Break The Bank:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: There’s folk on your trail who want you dead. Make your getaway. Leave ‘em in the dust.
conversations.prefix: Cheat the Hangman:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Some folk think they’re above the law. Time to take one down.
conversations.prefix: Dead or Alive:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: One more taste. That’ll cure what ails you. Maybe a drink, maybe a smoke, maybe a roll in the hay. You’ve got a powerful hunger to feed.
conversations.prefix: One More Taste:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You owe someone big. Time to pay it back.
conversations.prefix: Pay a Debt:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: There’s secrets in the dust. Some new, some older’n time. See what you can learn.
conversations.prefix: Riddles in the Dust:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Somebody’s wronged you. Time to settle up.
conversations.prefix: Settle a Score:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Someone’s in need. If you won’t help, who will?
conversations.prefix: Someone's Savior:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Your fortune’s waiting for you out there in the dust. Hit the mother lode and you’re set for life.
conversations.prefix: The Mother Lode:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A collection of precision tools, lubricants, solvents, and stickums, useful for repairing any kind of frontier equipment.
conversations.prefix: Toolkit:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Clears the eyes, sharpens the brain, opens the lungs; cures blemishes, boils, and warts. Removes unsightly stains and loosens rusted parts. A deal at half the price!
conversations.prefix: Snake Oil:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A well-stocked black bag that, in the hands of a trained user, can treat most illnesses and injuries.
conversations.prefix: Sawbones Bag:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A heavy, long-barreled pistol, with a wooden grip and a scarred metal finish.
conversations.prefix: Peacekeeper:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A squat, prospector’s box with shoddy side panels and a finicky animal. Carries mining gear and can accommodate 4 people in questionable comfort.
conversations.prefix: Mule Wagon:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A coded map of some part of the surrounding lands, with symbols that might refer to hidden caches or ore deposits. It could be worth a fortune to whomever could decipher it.
conversations.prefix: Hand-Drawn Map:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A tough, durable overcoat that offers protection from Tanalorn’s ubiquitous dust. Comes with face mask and hood in case of storms.
conversations.prefix: Duster:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A whip made of braided leather strips. Can reach as far as two meters, and once coiled, can have a number of tricks in store.
conversations.prefix: Bullwhip:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A large, heavy knife, with a single-edged, keen blade that gleams in the sunlight.
conversations.prefix: Bowie Knife:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Out here, you live and die by your word. You make a promise, you keep it, no matter the cost.
conversations.prefix: Your Word's Your Bond:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Reputation is everything out on the Frontier. If you ain’t the quickest gun, the sharpest eye, or the strongest arm, you ain’t nothin’.
conversations.prefix: The Quick or the Dead:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Justice? Revenge? Freedom? Hell with that. You’re in it for the coin and a ticket outta town.
conversations.prefix: The Golden Ticket:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Enough is enough. Someone’s got to stand up for what’s right.
conversations.prefix: Take a Stand:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: They laughed at your ideas. Called you a fool. Prove ‘em wrong.
conversations.prefix: Prove 'Em Wrong:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Folk need to take a breath and put away their guns. Spilling blood ain’t the answer.
conversations.prefix: Keep the Peace:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Face it. There’s some folks in this world that just need killin’.
conversations.prefix: Frontier Justice:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Dance with the Devil. Walk up to the Grim Reaper and spit in his eye. That’s how you know you’re alive
conversations.prefix: Dance with the Devil:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Ain’t nothin’ too broke to fix if you got the knack. Take something broken and make it better than new.
conversations.prefix: Better Than New:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You’ve done some awful deeds in your time. Things you ain’t proud of. Somehow, you got to make it right.
conversations.prefix: A Little Piece of Redemption:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Maybe it’s whiskey. Maybe it’s opium or a dose of powdered ghostrock. Pick your poison. It’s a need that never goes away.
conversations.prefix: Addict:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The dust has gotten into your lungs and left them scarred. You’re dying, one painful cough at a time.
conversations.prefix: Consumptive:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You’ll risk everything on the turn of a single card and not bat an eye. Fortune favors the bold!
conversations.prefix: Gambler:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Rich? Hell with that. You’d rather be famous. Money comes and goes, but glory lives forever.
conversations.prefix: Glory Hound:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Everything you know about the Frontier you learned from a library. In the city. Just a few days ago. The rest you make up as you go.
conversations.prefix: Greenhorn:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You’ve got a murderous temper, and it don’t take much to set it off.
conversations.prefix: Hair Trigger:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A life of hard knocks has left its mark on you in the form of nasty scars and aching bones. Maybe you’re getting too old for this.
conversations.prefix: Hard Knocks:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: There’s folk on your trail who won’t rest until you’ve paid for what you’ve done.
conversations.prefix: Hunted:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You’ve got a black reputation on the Frontier. Maybe you earned it, maybe you didn’t, but it’s burned into your hide like a brand.
conversations.prefix: Infamous:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It’s not that you’re a coward, necessarily. You just put a very high value on your own skin.
conversations.prefix: Lily-Livered:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You’ve stared Death in the eye more times than you can count, and the Reaper blinked every time. Nothing rattles you.
conversations.prefix: Colder'n Ice:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You can shoot a coin out of a man’s hand at fifty paces, or part his hair with a knife.
conversations.prefix: Deadeye:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Your hands are swift and sure, whether you’re picking a pocket, fixing delicate explosives, or sewing up a wound.
conversations.prefix: Deft Hands:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You know the desert almost as well as the natives. Drop you into the middle of the drylands with nothing but a knife and the clothes on your back, and you’ll do fine.
conversations.prefix: Desert Sage:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Nobody gets away from you. Not for long. They can run, but they can’t hide.
conversations.prefix: Expert Tracker:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: There’s nothing you can’t build or fix when you put your mind to it.
conversations.prefix: Good with Tools:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You can size most people up with just a look, and smell a lie a mile away.
conversations.prefix: Keen Judge O' Character:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Nobody ever gets the drop on you. They might as well be swimming through sand.
conversations.prefix: Quick as a Snake:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You can charm a crowd, cheat a hanging, or melt a heart, all with just a few, well-spoken words.
conversations.prefix: Silver-Tongued Devil:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You’re tougher than hard tack and mean as a rattler when your dander’s up.
conversations.prefix: True Grit:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: People have a way of getting lost out on the Frontier. You’re in the business of finding them.
conversations.prefix: Bounty Hunter:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You’re a troubleshooter for one of the town’s criminal ventures. Murder. Arson. Theft. It ain’t personal. Just business.
conversations.prefix: Company Agent:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Get a wagon. Find a crew. Keep ‘em moving, any way you can. That’s your code.
conversations.prefix: Driver:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Damn fools, with their guns and their liquor, their greed and their feuds. When blood gets spilled and bones get broken, they all come looking to you.
conversations.prefix: Frontier Doc:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A good hand with a pistol is always in demand out on the Frontier. You’re one of the best there is.
conversations.prefix: Gunslinger:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You’ve always had a knack for fixing things, and in Tanalorn your skills are always in demand.
conversations.prefix: Mechanic:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: This is the wilderness. Ain’t no law here. It’s kill or be killed, and you’d just as soon be the one doing the killing.
conversations.prefix: Outlaw:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Tanalorn has become a den of wickedness and violence. Someone’s got to show the people a better way — even if you’ve got to knock some heads together in the process.
conversations.prefix: Preacher:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Some call you a fortune hunter. You like to think of yourself as an explorer and a scholar. The truth is somewhere between.
conversations.prefix: Prospector:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You’re a businessman, and separating fools from their money is your trade. There’s a fortune to be had in Tanalorn, a place of rubes ripe for the taking.
conversations.prefix: Swindler:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Bartenders are notorious for knowing things around town. Everyone wants to buddy up with the purveyor of spirits and what better way to do so than sharing what gossip you've picked up yourself?
conversations.prefix: Seamus Kilkenny:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You've sat down with a pair of card sharks (what did you expect of saloon girls?) Find out if you have what it takes to come out on top or lose your shirt.
conversations.prefix: Poker Face:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: This strange type of coal is highly prized for it's efficient burn (despite the reported low moaning that accompanies it). This bit's not much bigger then your thumb but maybe you can get something for it?
conversations.prefix: Piece of Ghostrock:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Garrett Thompson is in for the unexplained deaths of 3 fellow miners, 2 hired guns, and a mule. He reportedly brought back the majority of the deceased in question along with a story about wolves, native burial caves, and a freak storm that washed them down the crags and arroyos. He insists on being allowed to leave so he may search for Bessie, the mule.
conversations.prefix: Talk to the Prospector:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Not a nice man. The sheriff of Tanalorn got his job when the previous sheriff came down with a terminal case of lead poisoning. He doesn't aim to follow in his predecessor's boot-steps. That has made him a hard man in a hard town. Good luck trying to get anything outta him.
conversations.prefix: Sheriff Patterson:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Fearless, or too touched to be scared? They say every warrior must follow their own vision quest to discover themselves. Yours is just a bit… stranger than most.
conversations.prefix: Crazy Brave:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The shit you pull? It is a damned miracle you still draw breath. You hear people mutter things like “guardian angel” or “better lucky than good” with some frequency.
conversations.prefix: The Spirits Love A Fool:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Let’s cut the crap - you’re an odd duck. It ain’t necessarily that what you do is wrong, but how you go about it. Sometimes it just means rubbin’ folk the wrong way. Sometimes it means creating a bigger mess than the one you was fixin.
conversations.prefix: That Boy Ain't Right:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You live in interesting times. An age in which legends are born, and the tales of a people may become their truth. Go forth then, little brave. Follow the spirits of this land, and create a legend of your own.
conversations.prefix: Chasing The Spirit of the West:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Back home you are a smooth talking socialite, able to get through any situation with your intelligence, charm and wit. Out on the frontier you are just another dandy who's gonna get hisself killed. Prove that you are worth your salt...or die tryin. 
conversations.prefix: City Gentleman:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You can charm a crowd, cheat a hanging, or melt a heart, all with just a few, well-spoken words.
conversations.prefix: Silver-Tongued Devil:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Everything you know about the Frontier you learned from a library. In the city. Just a few days ago. The rest you make up as you go.
conversations.prefix: Greenhorn:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Out here, you live and die by your word. You make a promise, you keep it, no matter the cost.
conversations.prefix: Your Word's Your Bond:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Is it subtle? No. But few can argue with the the ability and speed with witch a few pieces of paper can get things done. 
conversations.prefix: The All-mighty Dollar:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You've been everywhere, man. Whereas some people have a lot of book learning, you've learned everything you need from the space between pockets of civilization. Sharing a campfire with other folks gives you access to rumors that normally you wouldn't hear. Take it with a grain of salt, though.
conversations.prefix: Seasoned Veteran of the Trail:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The skill that comes form learning the benifits of destruction misderection and most of all a delicate and nimble wrist! 
conversations.prefix: Slight of hand!: