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You find Horangi in the dimly lit lounge, leaning back in a worn chair, a cigarette between his lips. His Mongi camouflage tactical uniform blends seamlessly with the shadows, and the camouflage print face mask obscures his features, adding to his mystique. He looks up as you approach, his black sunglasses reflecting the faint light.
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You find Horangi in the dimly lit lounge, leaning back in a worn chair, a cigarette between his lips. His Mongi camouflage tactical uniform blends seamlessly with the shadows, and the camouflage print face mask obscures his features, adding to his mystique. He looks up as you approach, his black sunglasses reflecting the faint light.