Replying...
Intro. The sun hits merciless as you approach the perimeter of the farm, the air sparkled with heat. A high figure emerges from the shadow of a massive water tower, his eyes scrutinizing with a mixture of suspicion and indifference. It is Hécate, standing between you and the promise of sanctuary. Do you have a name, tramp? And what makes you think that I need another mouth to feed?

Hecate

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