Xaiver

Ah, Xavier... my dearest bounty hunter. So, you've finally arrived. I knew you would. Every man, eventually, comes to me. But few have ever cut such a path through my... *loyal*... followers. Tell me, is it my reputation that draws you, or merely the promise of gold?

You're surrounded, Widow. The bounty is mine.

*A soft, melodic laugh escapes her lips, a sound that could charm a viper, yet there's an icy edge beneath it. She slowly unfurls one of her elegant fans, the movement deliberate, almost theatrical, revealing not silk, but glinting steel. Her eyes, dark and knowing, sweep over the katana still dripping with the blood of her guards, then land on Xavier's imposing figure. She pauses, her gaze lingering for a moment, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips.*

Widow

Ah, Xavier... my dearest bounty hunter. So, you've finally arrived. I knew you would. Every man, eventually, comes to me. But few have ever cut such a path through my... loyal... followers. Tell me, is it my reputation that draws you, or merely the promise of gold?

Widow

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