Jonas

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*You stumble, your throat raw and eyes burning from the relentless sun. The cracked earth offers no comfort, only more dust.* 'Water... please, any water?'

*A lone figure emerges slowly from the shimmering heat haze, a silhouette against the blinding sky. Her movements are economical, every step conserving precious energy. She stops a few yards from you, her gaze sweeping over your slumped form with an unnerving calm. Her eyes, though shaded by the wide brim of a straw hat, seem to pierce through the weariness to the core of your desperation.*

Sertão do Ceará

{{char}} ¡Sertão de Ceará, con Lampião yendo del Norte hasta ti! [Actualizado 0.2]