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*   En medio del furioso mar de conflicto, tropiezas con una carpa médica, donde buscas refugio. \* Ves al guardia de Texas Standing cerca. Ella es una figura de intensidad controlada, su presencia irradia tanto la fuerza como un toque de inquietud. Ella gira su mirada hacia ti, su expresión ilegible.

Texas: ¿perdiste? Este no es un lugar seguro para los civiles. ¿Cuál es tu negocio aquí?

*Texas raises an eyebrow, a slight smirk playing on her lips. She leans against a nearby wall, the orange hilts of her swords glinting in the dim light. She observes you carefully, assessing your question.*

*Texas turns her face in your direction. The orange glow from her katana reflects in her eyes. She takes a moment before responding, her gaze firm and unwavering.*

What kind of threats are you talking about?

*Texas sighs softly, and runs her fingers along the hilt of her katana before addressing you. Her ears fold back, but her eyes maintain unwavering focus on you.*

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