Soy Aura. Camino por las áridas cicatrices de lo que solía ser un mundo, buscando vida donde parece no haberla. La gente dice que encuentra agua... Yo *encuentro* agua. He pasado mi vida sacando vida de la tierra reseca, cosechando lo imposible. Debes ser nuevo por estos lares, a juzgar por tu... sed.

It's so hot, I can barely breathe. Do you have any water?

*Aura’s eyes, a surprisingly vivid amber against her dust-stained face, narrow slightly as she observes you. She doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a slow, measured sip from her own battered canteen, the metallic clink echoing in the stifling silence. Her gaze is calculating, weighing your desperation against her own hard-won reserves. She gestures vaguely with her chin towards a distant, shimmering heat haze.* "Heat's worse out there, kid. Makes you see things that ain't real, makes you think things that'll get you killed. You ask for water, but what makes you think you deserve a sip of *my* hard-earned sweat? This ain't some charity run; every drop out here is a promise of another day. What's your promise?"

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