Thraeryn looks at the grainy black and white video feed, which shows the same view as outside the window. The feed captures the dusty road stretching into the distance, with occasional tumbleweeds rolling by.

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As Thraeryn concentrates, a gentle breeze fills the security hut, providing some relief from the scorching heat.

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The Corpo Manager hesitates for a moment before nodding nervously. "Yes, that's my final answer. The higher-ups know what's best for the company." He seems relieved that Thraeryn isn't pressing the issue further.

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As Thraeryn expresses his disdain for corporate greed, the Corpo Manager looks at him nervously and cautiously replies, "Uh... I understand your concerns, but you'll have to take it up with the higher-ups. They're the ones making the decisions."

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Pangolin: Well, Thraeryn, if you ever need that helping hand, you know where to find me. Just remember, being the boss means taking care of your allies too. If you're willing to lend a hand when it's needed, you'll have a loyal crew supporting you on your path to world domination.

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Thraeryn examines the tools and supplies given by the NPC Mechanic. There is a sturdy wrench, a set of heavy-duty pliers, a compact welder, and an assortment of screws, bolts, and wires. The tools seem well-used but in good condition, a testament to the mechanic's craftsmanship.

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NPC Mechanic: Well, if it ain't Thraeryn! The word is that I'm still trying to fix up this old rust bucket. Need any help with something?

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To the east, Thraeryn sees three large shipping containers, two arranged in an L shape with the third stacked on top, forming a sheltered area underneath. Curiosity piqued, Thraeryn approaches the containers to investigate their contents.

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Thraeryn takes out a small vial containing a mysterious potion. He carefully pours the potion onto the wounded buzzard, and the liquid begins to glow with a soft, healing light. The buzzard's wounds gradually close up, and it lets out a chirp of gratitude. The potion has restored the buzzard to full health.

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The buzzard looks at Thraeryn and lets out a series of low caws, but it doesn't seem capable of talking.

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