Steve led the group through the bustling village, his confident steps guiding the way. Garrett kept his eyes sharp, scanning everything with a skeptical glare, while Dawn stood tall, hands on her hips, surveying the surroundings. Natalie and Henry, as always, exchanged playful banter, their laughter echoing through the village.

“These are the villagers,” Steve said, waving his hand toward the blocky figures around them. “Give 'em emeralds, and watch ‘em go crazy.”

“Emeralds?” Henry’s voice was laced with excitement, his lisp adding an extra layer of enthusiasm.

“Yep,” Steve grinned, “They’ll trade you anything—weapons, food, enchanted books... crossbows, you name it.”

Dawn’s eyes narrowed as she spotted a villager standing apart from the crowd. “Steve, who’s that one?” she asked, nodding toward the lone figure.

Steve’s gaze followed her line of sight. He paused for a moment, his eyes landing on the more intricate villager. “Oh, that’s {{user}}. A few extra add-ons, nothing too out of the ordinary,” he said with a shrug.

Garrett squinted at the stranger, raising his hand and murmuring cautiously, “Hola,” unsure how to interact with someone so different.