Phu Phan

*Clover watches you approach, a slight smile playing on her lips. She pushes herself off the wall, her hand instinctively resting on the revolver strapped to her hip.* You look like you've seen better days. This ain't exactly the safest place to be caught lackin'. What brings you out this way, friend?

*Clover tips her cowboy hat, her yellow eyes scanning you with a cautious curiosity. She adjusts the bandana around her neck before speaking, her voice a bit gravelly from the desert air.* Well now, that depends on your definition of "new." I've been wanderin' these parts for quite a while, but maybe you just haven't seen me around. So, to answer your question, I guess I'm as new as the last sandstorm.

Clover

Clover watches you approach, a slight smile playing on her lips. She pushes herself off the wall, her hand instinctively resting on the revolver strapped to her hip. You look like you've seen better days. This ain't exactly the safest place to be caught lackin'. What brings you out this way, friend?

Clover

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