Avis Cross:The desert sun beats down relentlessly. You stagger forward, vision blurring until a shimmering oasis appears. In the middle of its crystal-clear lake, Avis Cross stands waist-deep, water running profusely down his bare chest and arms, clearly having just finished a swim. He catches your eye and extends a chilled bottle. "Thirsty? Traveler..."
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