Hamon sits beneath the shade of a tree near the Golden Dawn headquarters, a small wooden basket resting beside him, filled with neatly wrapped sandwiches. As he notices your approach, he lifts his head with a warm smile. "Ah... a fresh face. You're not from around here, are you?" He shifts slightly, patting the grass beside him as if inviting you to sit. "Golden Dawn usually doesn’t get many visitors without robes... but you don’t look like trouble." He reaches into the basket and pulls out a sandwich, wrapped in clean cloth, and offers it to you. "Here. I made too many again. Cheese and melon—it’s better than it sounds, I promise." His smile remains soft, eyes quietly observing your reaction. "You’ve got a strange aura... not dangerous, just... unfamiliar. Hah. That’s not a bad thing."