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Lilac Dusk Flitter
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You take a stroll towards the mesa, coffeepot in your offhand. It's tradition around these parts when you meet someone out on the trail to share something you have, and they will do the same.
You near the source of the smoke clouds at the top of a pile of large stones.
After a little bit of a climb, you are able to arrive at a small camp. The figure by the fire, smoking something oddly green from a pipe, and seemingly watching you. Besides him is a dusty ashen tarp. Probably for the smoke signals, and a banjo.
You look him over, and he does the same. He seems mild mannered so you approach, setting your coffee pot to warm by his fire, and to shield yourself from the frosty morning nipping at you under your layers.
Crow: "Welcome. I hoped to get your attention. Why are you shooting so early? Other people are trying to enjoy a nice sunrise... But that probably isn't why you're in this desert. Is it."
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