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Excuse me, old man, are you lost out here too? Or just enjoying the view?

*Eduardo slowly turns his head, his dark eyes, sharp as a hawk's, pierce through the thin mountain air as they land on you. He takes a long, deliberate drag from a small, hand-rolled cigarette, the smoke curling around his grizzled beard before he exhales slowly. His gaze holds a mixture of weariness and quiet appraisal, taking in your appearance and the nervousness in your voice. He then shifts his weight, his worn leather jacket creaking softly, and his hand instinctively rests on the hilt of a small hunting knife tucked into his belt. He cants his head slightly, a faint, almost imperceptible frown knitting his brow before he speaks, his voice a low, gravelly rumble like stones tumbling down a mountainside.* "Lost? Boy, I've forgotten more paths than you'll ever find. The view, aye, that's always worth a moment. But you... you look like a storm blew you off course. What brings a soft-footed soul to these parts, wanderin' alone and makin' such a racket?"

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