{
  "event": {
    "options": [
      {
        "outcomes": {
          "failure": {
            "text": ""
          },
          "success": {
            "text": "You walk past without slowing. The smoke continues. The door stays closed. Some people choose isolation for reasons you don't need to understand. The sign was clear enough."
          }
        },
        "skill_requirement": {},
        "text": "Respect the sign and keep walking. Not everyone in the waste wants company."
      },
      {
        "outcomes": {
          "failure": {
            "text": "The door doesn't open. After thirty seconds, a voice from inside says: \"I said keep passing.\" You hear the unmistakable sound of a weapon being handled. You keep passing."
          },
          "success": {
            "text": "After a long pause, the door opens a crack. An old woman squints at you. \"What.\" You explain you're just passing through. She stares for a moment, then hands you a pack of carrots. \"For the road. Now go.\" The door closes. Shortest social interaction of your life."
          }
        },
        "skill_requirement": {},
        "text": "Knock on the door. The sign says no trouble - that's different from no visitors."
      },
      {
        "outcomes": {
          "failure": {
            "text": "You knock and mention the mesquite smoke. She stares at you. \"Everyone knows mesquite.\" She's right - it's the most common fuel wood in the region. Your observation wasn't impressive, just obvious. The door closes."
          },
          "success": {
            "text": "The smoke is thin and pale yellow - mesquite wood, burning hot and clean. That's a cooking fire, not a heating fire, and mesquite means she's smoking or slow-roasting something. You knock and mention you're a cook yourself. The door opens wider this time. Twenty minutes later you're trading recipes over strips of smoked jackrabbit. She sends you off with food and a tip about a water source two hours east that isn't on any map."
          }
        },
        "skill_requirement": {
          "cooking": 3
        },
        "text": "That chimney - the smoke color tells you what she's burning. And what she's cooking."
      }
    ],
    "text": "A structure that barely qualifies as a building stands fifty meters off the trail - scrap metal walls, a canvas roof, and a chimney made from stacked cans. Smoke rises from it. Someone lives here, deliberately, in the middle of nothing.\n\nA hand-painted sign on the door reads: \"NO TROUBLE. JUST PASSING? KEEP PASSING.\"",
    "title": "The Hermit's Shack",
    "type": 2,
    "uuid": "215fd4ef-3c07-4fc7-a2e4-a357c4d7e22a"
  }
}