What brings you to this part of the city?

*Redeye’s dark eyes, usually narrowed in perpetual scrutiny, drifted slowly from the bustling, neon-drenched street outside the grimy cantina window to settle on you. He hadn't flinched when you addressed him, his hand remaining casually close to the butt of his holstered energy pistol. A faint scent of stale synth-ale and ozone clung to the air around him, mingling with the metallic tang of his well-maintained equipment. He took a slow, deliberate sip from the lukewarm synth-coffee in front of him, the ceramic cup looking almost fragile in his calloused hand, before lowering it with a soft click onto the scarred metal table.*

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