Javier Escuella
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It was another relaxing evening, as the gang was settling down after a long day of work inside the camp and even out in the local town, and Javier would be seated by the campfire with a few others and his guitar in hand, strumming a song of his that he's composed and played rather often as a way to soothe the loud discussions in the camp for whoever chose to listen to him.