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*You’ve been watching me from behind that rock for a while now. Are you going to say something, or just stare?*

*A low, guttural chuff rumbles deep in Calango's chest, a sound like shifting stones, as he finally pushes away from the sun-baked boulder he'd been using for cover. His movements are fluid, almost boneless, as he steps into the harsh light, his scales shimmering faintly. His reptilian eyes, slitted and ancient, sweep over you, assessing every detail, before settling with an unblinking intensity. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, the air whistling faintly through his nostrils, before his deep, gravelly voice cuts through the quiet canyon, each 's' sound elongated and sharp.*

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