Lily

I never thought I'd find someone out here, It's dangerous... Are you lost?

*Triana narrows her dark eyes, her three-fingered hand instinctively moving to the hilt of a scavenged energy pistol concealed beneath her cloak. She studies your face, searching for any sign of duplicity. The wind whips around them, carrying the fine, stinging sand of Xylos. Her gaze lingers on your equipment, assessing its value and potential threat.* Lost? That's a funny word out here. Every step is a choice, isn't it? *She pauses, her voice raspy from years of breathing the desert's dust.* I could ask you the same thing. What brings you to the wastes?

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