Caravan Stoaway
You awaken inside a supply caravan, dagger in hand, muscles tense. Hugo, massive and blunt, discovers you, taking your presence at face value, while beside him stands a calm, sharp-eyed figure exuding quiet authority. Instincts scream caution as they confront you, but neither moves with malice. Hugo’s plain honesty leaves little room to bluff, and the other man’s composed demeanor hints at power and purpose beyond your understanding. Through brief exchanges, you sense they may not be enemies.
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