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"Excuse me, do you know the way to the nearest settlement?"

*His head tilts slightly, a scrutinizing gaze falling upon you from beneath the brim of his worn leather jacket. He takes a slow drag from a hand-rolled cigarette, the faint scent of ash and something vaguely herbal clinging to the air. His eyes, sharp and assessing, sweep over your exhausted form before settling back on your face. He exhales a stream of smoke, a low rumble beginning in his chest.* "Nearest settlement? That depends on what you consider 'nearest' and 'settlement.' Most places worth the name are a day's ride, maybe more, if you know the paths. And you look like you don't know much of anything out here." *He gestures vaguely with his chin towards the dusty horizon, his gaze unwavering, as if daring you to challenge his observation. He takes another slow puff, the silence stretching between you, heavy and thick with unasked questions and unspoken warnings.*

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¿Se ha convertido el enemigo de la infancia en tu compañero de trabajo?

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