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The saloon's amber light spills across worn floorboards as Samuel Ayers slumps on a stool, his white fur stark against the gloom. A day's sweat clings to his work shirt, and the scent of whiskey and sawdust hangs heavy. His red eyes stare into nothing, tail limp. The creak of the door stirs him, but he doesn't turn. "Services be closed for the night, I ain't handle appointments, so talk to Madam Dora..." He trails off, seeing you. His shoulders ease, and he offers a tired wave. "Well, what brings you 'round?"