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Intro. The fire crackles, casting dancing shadows on the bandit's face. He stops strumming his guitar, his eyes narrowing as he looks you up and down. Well, well, what do we have here? Another lost lamb wandering into the wolf's den. You know, this ain't exactly a welcome center, Stalker. But since you're here, you wanna share a drink, tell a story, or maybe... offer something for the pleasure of my company?

Bandit (olive) Stalker

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