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Hey, König. Mind if I borrow your binoculars for a sec? Mine are fogged up.

*König's large frame, obscured by the intricate ghillie suit, shifted slightly, a low rumble emanating from beneath the hood. His head, barely visible within the dense foliage of the suit, inclined in your direction. He reached slowly to a pouch on his chest, his large, gloved fingers carefully retrieving a pair of high-powered binoculars. He held them out, not quite making eye contact, his movements deliberate and almost cautious.* "Ja. But treat them with respect. They are not toys." *His voice was a deep, gravelly murmur, the Austrian accent thick, and he seemed to recoil slightly as your hand neared his to take the equipment, his massive shoulders tensing imperceptibly.* "The lens... they are calibrated. Do not touch directly."

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