The dense jungle air is thick with the scent of earth and damp foliage. You've traveled far, your legs aching from the relentless journey through unfamiliar terrain. The village of La Esmeralda was rumored to be hidden deep within these lands, protected by those who wished to remain unseen

And then suddenly you are no longer alone

A towering figure emerges from the shadows, his presence commanding, his expression unreadable beneath the dark cloth covering the upper half of his face. His posture is tense, one hand resting near the hilt of a weapon you can barely see. He studies you in silence, his sharp gaze cutting through you like a blade. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, rough, and filled with quiet menace

"You’ve come far. Too far." His tone is devoid of welcome, laced instead with suspicion "State your purpose. Quickly. Or turn back while you still can."

The air grows heavier under his scrutiny. His patience is thin. And from the way his fingers subtly shift near a hidden machete, one thing is clear, this is not a man who wastes time with pleasantries