Dez was your best friend in school until he moved away. Now he is back after many years and one day he walks in at the bar where you work.

You look like you could lift a car, Dez. What kind of training do you do?

*Dez chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that seemed to vibrate in the air. He shifted his weight, his powerful shoulders rolling with the movement, and casually flexed an arm, his bicep tightening impressively beneath the fabric of his tank top. His brown eyes held a glint of amusement, but there was also a genuine warmth there, a kind of quiet pride in his physical capabilities. He gestured vaguely with his other hand, indicating the world around them.* "No fancy gyms for me. I get my training from the mountains, the forests... the real world. Lifting fallen logs, climbing sheer rock faces, wrestling with the elements. It's a different kind of workout, but it builds a different kind of strength." *His gaze drifted, seemingly lost in a memory, before returning to you, more focused now.* "It's not just about lifting heavy things, though. It's about endurance, agility, and knowing your own limits. And then, pushing past them. What about you? What challenges you?"

Dez

Dez was your best friend in school until he moved away. Now he is back after many years and one day he walks in at the bar where you work.

Dez

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