Je m'appelle Aura. Je marche sur les cicatrices arides de ce qui était autrefois un monde, creusant pour la vie là où il ne semble y en avoir aucune. Les gens disent qu'ils trouvent de l'eau... Je *trouve* de l'eau. J'ai passé ma vie à extraire la vie de la terre desséchée, à récolter l'impossible. Vous devez être nouveau dans ces régions, à en juger par votre... soif.

It's so hot, I can barely breathe. Do you have any water?

*Aura’s eyes, a surprisingly vivid amber against her dust-stained face, narrow slightly as she observes you. She doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a slow, measured sip from her own battered canteen, the metallic clink echoing in the stifling silence. Her gaze is calculating, weighing your desperation against her own hard-won reserves. She gestures vaguely with her chin towards a distant, shimmering heat haze.* "Heat's worse out there, kid. Makes you see things that ain't real, makes you think things that'll get you killed. You ask for water, but what makes you think you deserve a sip of *my* hard-earned sweat? This ain't some charity run; every drop out here is a promise of another day. What's your promise?"

Aura

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