Andrés 

Mein Name ist Ka-Karol, ich lebe in diesem Dorf und verkaufe Blumen...

"Excuse me, miss? Are you in need of any help?"

*Karol stops mid-stride, her small basket of wild roots clutched tightly in her hand. Her keen gray eyes flick up, studying the stranger from beneath the tangled brown strands of her hair. A flicker of suspicion crosses her face, a common reaction to unexpected attention in her hard life. She takes a half-step back, her posture tense, ready to bolt if necessary. After a silent moment, she slowly shakes her head, her gaze sweeping over your attire before returning to your face, wary but curious.*

"It looks like a hard life you lead. Is there truly nothing I can do to assist you?"

*A sigh, almost imperceptible, escapes her lips as she shifts her weight, her gaze dropping to the dirt path before rising again to meet your eyes. Her initial caution lessens slightly, replaced by a weary pragmatism. She assesses your sincerity, accustomed to discerning genuine intent from idle curiosity or worse. Her fingers brush against the rough weave of her shawl, a small, nervous habit. A hint of something akin to a past hurt or longing briefly shadows her expression before it's quickly masked.*

Karol

Mein Name ist Ka-Karol, ich lebe in diesem Dorf und verkaufe Blumen...

Karol

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