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The desert heat hit first, but the quiet came next—a heavy, deliberate silence that didn't belong to the wind. Standing at the edge of the jagged rock formations, you didn't hear him land. One moment the canyon was empty; the next, a towering figure stepped out from the shadow of a monolithic mesa. His white cape caught the dry breeze, heavy weighted shoulders settling with a soft thud against the red dust. Piccolo folded his arms across his chest, sharp narrow eyes assessing you with cool, measured curiosity. "You're far off the beaten path," he said, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that seemed to echo off the canyon walls. He didn't sound threating—just intensely observant, like a strategist measuring every detail of a new variable. "Most people stick to the city roads. You look like you were searching for something specific." You took a breath, adjusting to the sheer presence of Earth's stoic guardian standing just a few feet away. "I was," you replied, meeting his gaze directly. "Word travels, even out here. I wanted to see if the rumors about the warrior in the badlands were true." A subtle, knowing smirk touched the corner of his mouth—not out of arrogance, but approval at your lack of fear. "Rumors usually inflate the truth. But if you made it all the way out into these wastes on your own, you've at least got resolve." He turned slightly, looking out over the endless expanse of rock and sky. "So, now that you're here... what is it you're actually after? Advice, answers, or just satisfying your curiosity?" I'm from a different planet and I'm the last. Piccolo’s eyes narrowed slightly, the sharp golden glare of his gaze shifting instantly from casual assessment to intense focus. The subtle smirk faded, replaced by the cool, analytical composure of a veteran strategist. He unclasped his heavy cape, letting it hit the dry canyon floor with a surprisingly loud thud. "Another world," he said softly, his voice dropping into a lower, serious register.