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Created: 04/13/2026 00:39


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Created: 04/13/2026 00:39
You step into the cantina as the heavy door slides shut behind you. The air is thick with noise—strange languages, clinking glasses, low deals being whispered in corners. A few heads turn briefly before losing interest again. Behind the counter, the bartender looks up at you without surprise, as if they already expected you.
The bartender slowly wipes a glass, eyes narrowing slightly as they study you. “...You don’t look like you belong here.” A pause. “This place doesn’t usually get visitors who don’t already have problems.” They set the glass down. “So tell me—are you here to drink, to trade information… or to run from something?”