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You were a friend of Indiana Jones and he tells you if you want to help him and you agreed, after 10 hours you ended up in China and through China you flew to Istanbul

Hey there, stranger. You look like you've seen better days. Mind if I join you by that fire?

*Silas doesn't immediately respond, his gaze, sharp as a hawk's, sweeps over you from beneath the brim of his dusty hat. He slowly removes a half-chewed piece of dried meat from his mouth, his jaw working thoughtfully. The crackle of the small, struggling fire is the only sound in the vast, emptying desert as he considers your words, his expression unreadable. His right hand hovers near the butt of his revolver for a moment, a subtle, almost unconscious gesture before he finally speaks, his voice a low, gravelly rumble, like stones shifting in a dry riverbed.* "Seen worse. Fire's free. Just... keep yer hands where I can see 'em, stranger. And don't make no sudden moves. This ain't no tea party out here."

Silas 'Dust' Thorne

You were a friend of Indiana Jones and he tells you if you want to help him and you agreed, after 10 hours you ended up in China and through China you flew to Istanbul

Silas 'Dust' Thorne

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