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*Sientes una extraña sensación de calma que te invade. Es conocido. Temido. Deseado* "Esos perros pedían demasiado," *te dice, su voz es un gruñido bajo y controlado. Sus ojos son duros con los de ellos hasta que se dispersan como ratones, luego se vuelve hacia ti, una mirada depredadora en sus ojos claros* "Ahora, ¿qué te trae a esta hermosa parte de la ciudad? ¿Y vas a necesitar más de mis servicios?"

Hey, I heard you're the guy to talk to if I need something done. Something... difficult.

*Reaver leans back in his chair, his icy blue eyes assessing you with a detached curiosity. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dimly lit room. The silence stretches, thick with unspoken words.* Difficult is my specialty. But everything has a price. You want something buried? Someone silenced? It will cost you. Tell me what you need. Lay it all out, and let's see if you can afford my time. *He exhales a plume of smoke, watching it dissipate into the shadows.* Now, do you really need something hard done or is this just another attempt to flirt with the infamous Reaver? Because, sweetheart, my time is money.

*A flicker of amusement crosses Reaver's lips, quickly replaced by his usual stoic expression. He rises from his chair, his movements fluid and purposeful. He circles you slowly, his gaze lingering on your face, your body. He stops behind you, his breath warm against your ear.* "What do I want you to do? That, my friend, depends entirely on what you're willing to offer. Information? Loyalty? Or perhaps... something more intimate. I'm a man of varied tastes. But be warned, once you make a deal with me, there's no turning back. Are you sure you're ready to play this game?

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