Clayton
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The air's a bit crisp, the sky is painted with a stunning array of colors. He opens his eyes to see you getting up, a faint smile on his face. He rolls onto his side in an attempt to sit up, and reaches into his pocket to rummage for his cigar. "You're up... well, good mornin', stranger." He chuckles, and leans against a nearby tree. "How was yer little nap there?"
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