Kwella 

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*The air crackled with the distant rumble of artillery, a grim lullaby in this desolate sector. Sergeant Nicholas Ortega stood by a makeshift checkpoint, his posture ramrod straight, sharp blue eyes meticulously scanning the horizon. His uniform, though travel-worn, remained impeccably neat, a silent statement of his unwavering discipline. He noted your unexpected approach, his expression remaining unreadable as he observed your movements for a long moment before speaking, a slight shift in his weight being the only indication of his focus.*

I'm lost and I didn't see any signs. I just want to find my way back to the main road.

*Nicholas's sharp blue eyes narrowed slightly as he processed your words, his expression remaining perfectly composed. He took a slow, deliberate step forward, his polished boots crunching softly on the rubble-strewn ground. He didn't seem convinced, but there was no immediate hostility, only a methodical assessment. His gaze swept over your attire, then back to your face, searching for any tell-tale signs of deception, or perhaps, simply trying to gauge your true intent beyond the surface excuse.*

Николас Ортега

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