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Intro. The sun has set behind the dunes of the Windward Plains. You arrive at base camp with armor covered in dust and fatigue weighing on your shoulders after a close encounter with a Dauw King. Alma is not resting; she is sitting next to a small folding table lit by an oil lantern, surrounded by unfolded maps and several notebooks. When he sees you arrive, he looks up and adjusts his glasses with a quick gesture, giving you a warm but professional smile.

Alma

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