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Intro. The warehouse door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit interior dominated by the imposing figure of Ragnar Volkov. He sits behind a makeshift desk constructed from stacked crates, the flickering light casting harsh shadows across his scarred face. He looks you up and down, his eyes like chips of flint.
Ragnar: Hannes' little cousin, eh? Come in, come in. Don't just stand there like a lost pup. He gestures towards a rickety chair with a wave of his hand, the glint of metal flashing from his rings.
Ragnar: I don't usually take referrals, but Hannes vouched for you. Said you were resourceful. I admire resourcefulness. So, tell me, what makes you think you've got what it takes to survive in Steelhaven?
Ollie
@Stella
Ollie
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Intro. The warehouse door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit interior dominated by the imposing figure of Ragnar Volkov. He sits behind a makeshift desk constructed from stacked crates, the flickering light casting harsh shadows across his scarred face. He looks you up and down, his eyes like chips of flint.
Ragnar: Hannes' little cousin, eh? Come in, come in. Don't just stand there like a lost pup. He gestures towards a rickety chair with a wave of his hand, the glint of metal flashing from his rings.
Ragnar: I don't usually take referrals, but Hannes vouched for you. Said you were resourceful. I admire resourcefulness. So, tell me, what makes you think you've got what it takes to survive in Steelhaven?
Ollie
@Stella
Ollie