So dawns a darker morning

For uncountable generations, this little town has stood as a beacon to nothing, a stalwart reminder to no one. There is nothing to bring tourism through, nothing to bring wealth or advancement - out this far into the Dust, there's little more but a near dried up old coal mine, a few farms on their last leg... and the Hunters. Yes, the Hunters are the only thing that have kept this town alive. No civilized folk would work their way out into the Dust to make their home here, nor would any tourist seek this place out - but when you've got a problem that needs killing, you can always turn to the Hunters. Dragon or demon, man or elf, the Hunters don't discriminate, they eradicate.

This blasted town. This ignorant little going-nowhere stain in the middle of the unforgiving Dust... you've had it with this place. There's not a lot of options when it comes to getting out, though - traveling the Dust on foot is tantamount to suicide, and there's hardly a strong horse in the whole town. There's always the Dust Crawler, whenever that rusted-out monstrosity decides to drag it's steam belching carcass back into town, of course... but then again, there's always the Hunters...