Fractured 2

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  "text": "~ start 4991f59c-cd73-4315-9333-27db8824b3f0\nif is_quest_accepted\n\tKeahi: *Keahi ignores you, absorbed in his work.* [#end]\nelse\n\tKeahi: Wren Harper maintains a research camp far southwest of the Aniid Kin, outside the safe area.\n\t\t*He waves dismissively.*\n\t\tGo bother her and leave me alone\n\tKeahi: [#quest_info=8902bfdf-2d8a-4afd-8758-63f3ed405db7]\n\tif is_quest_accepted:\n\t\tKeahi: [quest: accepted] [#end]\n\t\t\tNow leave. Some of us have actual research to conduct.\n\telse:\n\t\tKeahi: [quest: declined] [#end]\n\t\t\tSuit yourself. The CELL fragment stays here regardless.\n=> END\n\n~ start bedbea7a-10ae-48f9-8748-c62e18410763\nif is_quest_accepted and are_quest_requirements_met\n\tWren: *A woman in her mid-thirties looks up from a makeshift workbench covered in salvaged electronics and handwritten notes. Dark hair falls loosely around her face, and her green eyes hold the focused intensity of someone constantly solving puzzles. She wears practical field clothing - a worn jacket over simple work clothes.*\n\t\t*She blinks, as if pulled from deep concentration.*\n\t\tOh. Hello. Can I help you with something?\n\t- Dr. Tanaka sent me. Said to find you.\n\tWren: *Her attention sharpens immediately.* [#complete_quest]\n\t\tKeahi sent you? That's... unusual. He doesn't usually bother with civilian referrals.\n\t\t*She sets down her tool, wiping her hands on a cloth.*\n\t\tI'm Wren Harper. Senior Researcher, CELL phenomena specialist.\n\t\t*She gestures to a worn stool near her workbench.*\n\t\tWhat did you need?\n\t- I found a broken CELL. He took it. Said you might explain what it was.\n\tWren: *Genuine curiosity crosses her face.*\n\t\tYou found one? Where?\n\t- Two days out from the Salt Flats\n\tWren: *She immediately pulls out a worn notebook, starts sketching a rough map.*\n\t\tSalt Flats region. That's outside the known distribution pattern.\n\t\t*She looks up.*\n\t\tAnd Keahi just... confiscated it?\n\t\t*She shakes her head slightly.*\n\t\tHe does that. Institute protocols. I'm sorry - I can't get it back from him. Chain of command is complicated.\n\tWren: *She sets down her pencil, meeting your eyes.*\n\t\tBut if you're interested in CELLs because of potential compensation... the Institute pays well for intact discoveries. Even partial units. A working CELL? That's life-changing money.\n\t\t*She leans forward slightly.*\n\t\tYou've got a sharp look about you. Maybe you can help me.\n\t- I'm listening\n\t\tWren: *Her face lights up.* [#load_quest=a544557e-6210-49cc-bcd7-c7365cbf520e]\n\t- Not right now\n\t\tWren: *She nods, understanding.* [#end]\n\t\t\tFair enough. You've had a long journey from the Salt Flats.\n\t\t\t*She gestures vaguely toward the settlement.*\n\t\t\tThe offer stands whenever you're ready. I'm usually here.\nelse\n\tWren: *A woman in her mid-thirties sits at a makeshift workbench, completely absorbed in her work. Dark hair falls loosely around her face as she leans over salvaged electronics, her green eyes tracking minute details. She wears practical field clothing - a worn jacket over simple work clothes, pockets bulging with tools and notes.* [#end]\n\t\t*She's carefully adjusting something delicate, muttering calculations under her breath. She doesn't look up.*\n\t\t*After a long moment, she seems to sense your presence and glances up briefly.*\n\t\tOh - sorry. I'm in the middle of something delicate. Can this wait?\n=> END"
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