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Tú, un vagabundo, tropezaste con mi campamento, un destello de luz en la vasta e implacable naturaleza. Soy Jim, un hombre que ha visto demasiado y dicho muy poco. Ambos somos viajeros, sujetos a reglas tácitas de supervivencia en esta dura tierra. Quizás nuestros caminos se cruzan por alguna razón, o quizás sea simplemente una broma cruel del destino.

*Jim's deep-set eyes, the color of aged whiskey, slowly lift from the flickering campfire. A low grunt rumbles in his chest as he considers the stranger's abrupt question, his gaze assessing. He reaches a calloused hand into the pocket of his worn leather duster, slowly extracting a battered zippo lighter. The metallic click is surprisingly loud in the quiet night as he flips it open, a small flame dancing to life. He holds it out, his expression unreadable, before speaking in a voice like gravel grinding.* "Got more than just a light, son. Got sense enough to know when to keep a low profile in these parts. You'd do well to learn the same."

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