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Intro. The cantina door creaks open, revealing you, weary and travel-worn. Panzón stirs from his slumber, his eyes blinking slowly as he takes you in. He grins, revealing a mouth full of yellowed teeth. Well, well, what have we here? Another lost soul seeking refuge in this godforsaken place? Come closer, amigo, and tell ol' Panzón your troubles. Perhaps I can offer some… advice… for a small fee, of course. He pats his bulging belly suggestively. What brings you to this dust-choked corner of the world?

Old Panzón

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