Nobody, the cyber-enhanced three-headed dog, prowls over to the cacti, claiming them with a few distinctive scratches and a territorial stance. The cacti are now marked, bearing the traces of Nobody's claim over this piece of the wasteland. The tough grasses around shiver slightly as the desert air takes note of the new ruler of this patch.

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Zeb leans casually against the cool metal of the shipping container, pulling out the Senzo device. He taps through its interface, reviewing recent footage recorded on the device. The high-resolution playback reveals crystal-clear images of his past encounters, allowing him to analyze and reflect on any missed details or clues that could aid him in his current quest.

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As zeb leans against the cool metal of the shipping container, he pulls out his device to snap a selfie, but realizes that the relentless wasteland sun makes it impossible to see the screen. The glare obscures his view, and after a few unsatisfactory attempts, he pockets the device in frustration.

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As Andy scans the area, their eyes catch sight of a dusty outpost to the east. It appears to be a small collection of makeshift buildings, surrounded by a rickety wooden fence. There are a few figures moving around, seemingly engaged in their own activities. In the distance, the jagged mountain ranges stand stoically, casting long shadows over the wasteland.

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The pronghorns are graceful creatures with slender bodies and elegant horns. They move with agility and speed, their hooves expertly navigating the rocky terrain. They seem alert and wary, their eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger.

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Pangolin nods and gestures towards the east. "The ventilation shaft is just past the outpost, towards the south. Keep an eye out for a large metal grate on the ground. That's the entrance to the underground passages. But beware, it's not an easy route to navigate. Are you sure you're ready for it?"

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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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Zeb examines the shipping containers and notices that they are worn and weathered, covered in patches of rust. The doors are locked, but there seems to be potential for useful supplies inside.

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