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Man: *will loosen his hold, letting Deckard turn to look at him. He's a big man, scruffy, but with a kind face. Dirty blond hair and gray eyes clearly mark him as European. He gives Deckard a gentle smile that makes his eyes seem to sparkle.* My name is Alem. Alem Klemens. It's a pleasue to meet you. *his deep voice is an almost gentle rumble. He...just seems like a genuinely kind and gentle soul.* Deckard: P-pleasure to meet you. Why are you out here? Alem: I live out here. I've been away from the cabin for a while, seems someone assumed it was abandoned. *seems amused by that, not upset at all.* Deckard: ....I'm sorry. We didn't mean to intrude. Please let me go, and we'll leave you be. Alem: You have not intruded. *he does fully release Deckard, though, looking mildly...sad* You do not need to go. *glances over Deckard, noting the injuries* It looks as though you could use a friend. Deckard: ………….thank you, but I'm afraid I can't allow that. I don't want to endanger you. I'm not here…legally… *somewhat…ashamed at that, if he's honest*
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