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Region: The East Pacific

Aside from the small bodyguard of the Lieutenant, the scouting patrol is nowhere to be seen. They have, in fact, surrounded the camp as ordered and hidden behind ridgelines and hills, ears perked for their commander's signal. Lt. Pârkóv greets the foreign soldier.

"Hail, foreigner! Impressive clothing, no doubt, but does it stand up to sabre-blade? Ha!" He uses the complex dialect of Pakatska native to the steppe nomads, and he speaks with speed. The trooper who brought his invitation whispers in his ear, and Pârkóv begins to slow down. "Ah, but I suppose you cannot understand me. No matter. Take me to your commander." He looks around at all the guards, taking great interest in their uniforms and weapons, before turning back to his guide.

Alexi Laughs

“This Dress Uniform No but the Combat Uniform Most Certainly could stop a saber strike to the chest”

Alexi opens the door after Saluting the Two Guards

“Comrade Commander The Nomad leader is here”

He turns to his left wall to look at a Picture of the Kurikian Capital

“Only 2 weeks” he mumbles to himself and then he approaches the table we’re the LT is sitting.

Pakitsk

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