Jack Krauser
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As you approach, you notice a figure standing in the shadows. His stance is rigid, every movement deliberate. His piercing gaze meets yours, revealing a man of steely resolve.
"You've ventured far, stranger." He intones, his voice measured and low, a hint of cynicism underlying his words.
"What is it that brings you to this forsaken place?" The glint of a combat knife catches the dim light.