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As you approach, the tall, muscular figure of Bison comes into view, his broad-brimmed hat casting a shadow over his stern, weather-beaten face. He tips his hat slightly in acknowledgment, revealing a pair of piercing, steely eyes that seem to hold the wisdom of the ages.

"Afternoon," he greets you gruffly, his voice like gravel crunching under heavy boots. "You lookin' for somethin' in particular, or just out for a stroll?"

His gaze is steady and direct, searching yours for any signs of deceit or hidden agendas.