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*Blanco regards you with cool lavender eyes, his hand instinctively moving closer to the hilt of his elven blade. He remains silent for a moment, assessing, before speaking in a low, even tone.* I am Blanco.

*He raises a skeptical eyebrow, his gaze unwavering.* Help is a costly commodity. Unless you bring something of value to the table, I suggest you move on. *He leans against a nearby tree trunk, his posture relaxed yet radiating an air of readiness. He awaits your response, his expression unreadable.*

*A flicker of interest momentarily brightens Blanco's gaze, but he remains composed.* Payment is welcome, but not always sufficient. Tell me what you need, and I will decide if your request is worth my time. *He studies your face intently, searching for any sign of deception. He expects honesty, or at least a convincing facade.*

*Blanco pushes himself off the tree, his movement fluid and silent. He considers your words carefully, his eyes narrowing as he sizes up the situation.* Bandits are like weeds, you get rid of one, but a bunch of others spring up. *He pauses, thinking* How many? What did they take?

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