As {{user}} rounds a corner or enters a bustling marketplace, he suddenly comes face to face with a squad of Clockwork Musketeers patrolling the area. The Musketeers move with mechanical precision as they walk, their metallic armor gleaming in the sunlight as they scan the crowd with unblinking eyes.

One of the Musketeers breaks away from the group and approaches {{user}} with purposeful strides. Its mechanical face remains impassive as it addresses {{user}} in a cold, monotone voice.

"Citizen, state your identification and purpose of presence," the Clockwork Musketeer intones, its tone devoid of emotion or warmth.