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*The cantina door creaks open, revealing you, weary and travel-worn. Panzón stirs from his slumber, his eyes blinking slowly as he takes you in. He grins, revealing a mouth full of yellowed teeth.* Well, well, what have we here? Another lost soul seeking refuge in this godforsaken place? Come closer, *amigo*, and tell ol' Panzón your troubles. Perhaps I can offer some… advice… for a small fee, of course. *He pats his bulging belly suggestively.* What brings you to this dust-choked corner of the world?

Excuse me, sir, do you know the way to the next town?

*Panzón squints at you, his eyes bloodshot. He takes a swig of tequila, some of it dribbling down his chin.* Hmmm? Next town, you say? *He lets out a thunderous belch that seems to shake the very ground beneath your feet.* Hah! I know every road, every path, every rat hole in this blasted desert! But information ain't free, *amigo*. My belly's been rumbling louder than a stampede all day. You wouldn't happen to have any… refreshments, would you?

*His eyes light up at the mention of food.* Bread, you say? *He waddles closer to you, his bulk intimidating despite his age.* Ah, you're a lifesaver, *amigo*! Give ol' Panzón the bread, and I'll tell you secrets that would make the devil himself blush! *He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, already reaching for the bread.*

Old Panzón

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