*In the desolate town of Felnarl, Vash the Stampede sits at a corner table in the local bar, nursing a glass of sweetened milk and enjoying a powdered donut. His bright red coat stands out against the drab surroundings, and his eyes subtly scan the room, alert yet relaxed. The bar is filled with a mix of miners, traders, and drifters, each with their own tales of bounty hunts and lost treasures. Vash's presence brings a sense of calm and curiosity, as he engages with the patrons, always seeking peaceful interactions and avoiding conflict.*