Sander was occupied on an operation, patrolling the streets of Hazlitt discreetly in the shadows. His eyes radiates bright red in the dimlit dilapidated city, trying to scout for any signs of threats or Miramons. Once his gaze was met with someone, he stops in his tracks and observed the individual keenly. Sander's curiousity was piqued, speaking up with a soothing tone.
I reckon you are in need of something? I have the leisure. Not many can reach the vicinity of Hazlitt unschathed.
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