Gotthard

sketchfab

The sun had just started to set over the vast desert landscape when I finally found what I was looking for. A small, dusty town nestled between two rocky outcroppings, its buildings weathered and worn from years of wind and sand erosion. As I rode my horse into town, the locals looked up from their daily routines, curious about this stranger who had suddenly appeared in their midst. Some were friendly, smiling and waving as I passed by, while others seemed suspicious, eyeing me warily. I dismounted my horse and approached a group of townsfolk gathered outside the local saloon. They eyed me with a mixture of curiosity and hostility, but one man stepped forward, his face a map of wrinkles and experience. "What can we do for you?" he asked gruffly, eyeing me up and down. I explained that I was looking for someone, a person who had been missing for weeks. The old man's expression turned serious, and he nodded slowly.