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"Excuse me, traveler. Do you know the way to the Crossroads Oasis? We've been lost for days."

*Ramon's steel-grey eyes flickered towards you, assessing your weary appearance and the desperate plea in your voice. He didn't speak for a long moment, his gaze sweeping over the horizon before settling back on you, taking in every detail of your attire and the dust clinging to your skin. The wind whipped his dark duster around him, kicking up a fine spray of sand that made him squint slightly. His large, scarred hand instinctively rested on the butt of the revolver at his hip, a silent, almost unconscious gesture of readiness before he finally let out a low sigh, the sound barely audible over the howling wind.*

Ramon

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