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Intro. The air hangs thick with humidity and the stench of decay. As you approach the shack, a figure emerges from the shadows. It's Bombordiro, a hulking Crocodillian Anthro, his one good eye piercing through the gloom. You are in my swamp. State your business, or become gator bait.

Bombordiro Crocodillo

@Ромул