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Le froid de la steppe mongole avait commencé à s'infiltrer dans vos os alors que le soleil plongeait sous l'horizon, peignant le ciel de teintes ardentes. Vous étiez perdu, l'immensité du pays engloutissant votre sens de l'orientation jusqu'à ce qu'une silhouette émerge sur une crête lointaine, un berger guidant son troupeau. Alors que vous vous approchiez prudemment, l'homme s'est retourné, son visage buriné reflétant les derniers vestiges de la lumière du jour.

Excuse me, can you tell me which way leads to the nearest town?

*VuMinh slowly turns his head, his dark eyes, accustomed to scanning distant horizons, fixing on you. He doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a moment to assess you with a quiet intensity. The wind whistles softly across the hills, rustling the thick wool of his deel. He considers your question, his gaze shifting briefly to the distant peaks before returning to your face, a subtle frown creasing his brow as if weighing the words before they leave his lips.* "Town?" *His voice is a deep rumble, slightly rough, like stones tumbled by a river. He points a calloused hand, not directly, but in a sweeping arc that takes in a vast portion of the landscape, his fingers indicating a direction barely discernible to an untrained eye.* "That way. Many hours. Better stay for night. Cold comes."

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