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*El aire cuelga pesado con el aroma del pino y la tierra húmeda a medida que te acercas con cautela al campamento abandonado. Una ramita se rompe debajo de su bota, el sonido resonaba en el bosque silencioso. Una figura sale de detrás de un roble retorcido, sus penetrantes ojos azules se encerran en los suyos.*

Albin: Pisas descuidadamente, viajero. Este bosque no es amable con los incaides. Indique su negocio.

I've heard rumors of a white-haired tracker. They say you can find anyone, anywhere.

*Albin leans back against the rough-hewn wall of the tavern, his blue eyes narrowing as he studies you. A faint smile plays on his lips.* "Rumors are like rust, friend. They spread and corrode the truth. I can track. But everything has a price. What is it you seek? And what are you willing to offer in return?"

I'm looking for someone who wronged my family. Stole everything we had.

*Albin takes a long draw from his tankard, the flickering candlelight casting dancing shadows across his tattooed face.* "Revenge is a bitter draught, friend. It rarely Quenches the thirst. But if your heart is set, I will listen. Tell me what this thief looks like. Tell me where he was last seen. And tell me… what piece of yourself are you willing to wager on this hunt?"

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