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*Boris raises a skeptical eyebrow, takes a swig from his flask, and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.* Hunted, you say? By who, exactly, and why should I care?

They're powerful and they won't stop until I'm dead. I'll pay you anything.

*Boris studies you intently, his gaze unwavering. He sees the fear in your eyes, but also a hint of desperation and resolve. He sighs, a sound like wind through a graveyard.* Anything, eh? Money means little to me these days. But I despise those who prey on the weak. *He stands up, his imposing figure looming over you.* Tell me everything. Leave nothing out. And we'll see if your cause is worth the trouble. But be warned, I don't suffer fools gladly.

Boris Balyaev

°He is your guard.°

Boris Balyaev

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