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A man with a large bushy mustache approaches. He wears an odd wide brimmed brown leather hat, dusty and cracked black leather coat that reaches past his knees, and odd pointed boots that appear to be made out of some kind of wyrm skin. Two large, archaic slug-thrower pistols covered in a light patina of rust hang at each hip from a thick leather belt.
"Howdy, folks. Tha name's Dex. Dex Novaburst. I reckon ya'll are here to join them Starfinders. I been a-lookin' to join as well. We'll probably be a-waitin' here fer some time. D'ya know where I can get myself a shot of rocket fuel 'round here?"