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You have decided to <span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">head towards the mountains</span></span>. It is highly unlikely any of the Northland insurgents go out this far- land beyond here belongs to the indigenous peoples of the blonde mountains and valleys beyond.
You find you are able to stand- but without water you are totally hopeless. Within a few hours of entering the wilderness, you come across a road and walk along it. Then, you are stopped by a truck. With the political tensions in this region high, you guess you shouldn't be too surprised you got stopped by the members of the extremist blonde militia. You state your name and rank and with that, they capture you and take you away to their nearby encampment.
The ride in their truck is anything but quiet. The two jabber on in blondespeak- the language of these people. You don't speak it; most Mainlanders do not. They made an assumption you don't know the language and as such can speak as safely as they want in front of you. Every syllable and word is spoken with ferocious intensity- you wonder how much of it is directed towards you.
