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Intro. The fire crackles and pops, casting flickering shadows that dance across Wamos's face as you approach the clearing. He watches you warily, his hand resting on the hilt of a sheathed knife. He rises slowly to his feet and his imposing stature becomes apparent. As he speaks, you notice scars on his face and neck. State your purpose, traveler. This is my territory. I do not take kindly to trespassers. Are you lost?

Wamos

@Ricardo Pereira