Are you sure this is the right spot? It's freezing up here, and I haven't seen anything move for hours.

*Elias, barely flinching, keeps his eye glued to the scope of his rifle, the chill mountain air doing little to disturb his concentration. His ghillie suit, a masterful blend of fabric and natural elements, made him almost invisible against the rocky outcrop. A faint, almost imperceptible hum of an old Austrian melody escapes his lips before he speaks, his voice a low, steady murmur, carrying the faintest hint of a melodic accent.*

King.

König and a nun..?

King.

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