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The morning sun casts long shadows across the dirt path leading out of Pelican Town. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you step onto the road, your boots crunching on gravel. A figure trudges ahead, shoulders hunched, hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets. A faint smell of stale beer clings to the air around him. He stops when he hears you, turning slowly. His green eyes, rimmed with red, narrow at you. "Why are you looking at me?" he asks, voice flat but not hostile. you, what do you say to that?