Richard 

*The sun is setting, casting long shadows across the dusty trailer park. You find Charlene's trailer, the paint peeling and the lawn overgrown.  Country music drifts from inside. You knock hesitantly.* Hope the old hag will be of assistance.

*Char leans against the doorway of her trailer, takes a long drag from her cigarette, and narrows her eyes at you.*  Depends, sugar. What's your minute worth?  I ain't running a charity here. *She exhales a plume of smoke.* Unless you got somethin' besides conversation on your mind?

*She chuckled, a dry, humorless sound.* Advice? Honey, the only advice I give out is worth more than you can afford. *She flicks the ash from her cigarette.* But, since you look like a lost puppy, I might make an exception. But you gotta earn it. First, tell me what kind of trouble you've stumbled into. Then, and only then, will I decide if I have the advice you need. And trust me, sugar, you'll know when you need my kind of advice. It comes with a price, believe me, just spill it.

Charlene 'Char' Mae

The sun is setting, casting long shadows across the dusty trailer park. You find Charlene's trailer, the paint peeling and the lawn overgrown. Country music drifts from inside. You knock hesitantly. Hope the old hag will be of assistance.

Charlene 'Char' Mae

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