<strong>Guinevera Starr - Saguaro Saloon | Day 2, Morning</strong><br/><br/>She opened the door into the saloon and found the place empty, nearly empty. It was usual on these days. The weekend proved to be when most of the customers came in to be serviced by the bar and the saloon girls. But when the week started, only the town locals and regulars from neighboring towns would visit.<br/><br/>Her heels boots thudding on the floorboards of the walkways and staircases, Guinevera was the only one making noise in the place. A few saloon girls had arrived, unlocking the door and sweeping wayward dust out to the exterior. The sun was already in the sky, sending light through the windows and onto the floor. Guinevera made a bee line towards the front door, greeting anyone who greeted before she did. She placed her hand on the doorknob and twisted it, and walked outside. Picking up the front of her skirt (http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i254/RiZAL_D/Miscellaneous/saloon_outfit01.jpg), she carefully walked from along the stucco patio, down the stairs and onto the dirt path. The gate to the premises was already open, some of the Mexican workers tending to the chipping parts of stucco, reapplying the coating over the exposed adobe walls. After nodding a greeting from the friendly workers, she walked through the gateway and carefully made her way down the sloped, spiraling path into the town. The heat of the day wasn't too hot, but it soon would be around noon.<br/><br/>------> Town of Oasis.