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  "text": "~ start dcc26e4e-78f5-45b7-831b-ebedf3f07422\nif is_quest_accepted\n\tEliza: *Eliza glances up from her rifle, then back down. She's already told you where to go.* [#end]\n\t\tTwin Rocks. Someone there saw him last. Standing in my shade won't tell you what happened to him.\nelse\n\tEliza: *You find Eliza Marshall in the shade of the Ranger post, a scout rifle broken open across her knee. She runs an oiled rag through the barrel one-handed, the stump of her right arm bracing the stock. Her eyes finish their appraisal of you before you reach speaking distance.*\n\t\tI've got a question that needs answering and no one to spare on it.\n\tEliza: There was a man carrying mail. Letters, parcels, the kind of thing that stopped meaning anything the day the bombs fell. \n\t\tHe walked it settlement to settlement. Church ground, Institute ground, ours. Nobody laid a hand on him.\n\t\tRecently he stopped coming.\n\t- Why does that matter to the Rangers?\n\t\tEliza: It doesn't. We've got radio for the long haul, our own channels. This was never about us.\n\t\t\t*She sets the rag down.*\n\t\t\tIt's everyone else. A letter is how a mother in Prosperity learns her boy in Twin Rocks is still breathing. \n\t\t\tOut here, staying connected is the only thing standing between a territory and a scatter of strangers waiting to die alone. He was making that happen. One man.\n\t- What happened to him?\n\t\tEliza: That's the question I'm handing you. Last anyone heard, he was walking to Twin Rocks. \n\t\t\tAfter that, quiet.\n\t\t\tPeople who make themselves useful out here tend to make themselves a mark, too. I'd like to be wrong about which one he turned into.\n\tEliza: Go to Twin Rocks Ask around. Somebody saw him last. Find out what happened, and whether the routes died with him.\n\tEliza: [#quest_info=c65d7027-f694-4c79-9bcf-c813aac3b7a0]\n\tif is_quest_accepted:\n\t\tEliza: [quest: accepted] [#end]\n\t\t\tGood. It's a day south. Water up before you go. \n\t\t\t*She snaps the rifle shut.*\n\t\t\tAnd if he's still breathing, tell him the Rangers noticed. He'll know what that's worth.\n\telse:\n\t\tEliza: [quest: declined] [#end]\n\t\t\tThen he's someone else's problem. Or nobody's. \n\t\t\t*She goes back to the barrel.*\n=> END\n\n~ start febfdbd5-a51d-4538-993d-0dcb3315cf83\nGarrett: *Garrett Stone works his trade out of a lean-to off the Twin Rocks market, boots up on a crate, hat tipped low against the glare. He watches you cross the last few steps the way he'd watch a card he hasn't turned over yet.*\nif is_quest_accepted and are_quest_requirements_met\n\tGarrett: You're the one asking after the mailman.\n\t\tHard to forget a man who walks into Twin Rocks with a sack of paper and nothing worth stealing, and still walks out the far side.\n\tGarrett: Stayed one night. Bought nothing, sold nothing. Spent the evening pulling old road names off the graybeards, roads nobody's called by those names since before the war. [#complete_quest]\n\t\tThen he went north out the gate at first light. Alone. \n\t- North toward what?\n\t\tGarrett: [#load_quest=eb7ae6b6-c68a-40b7-841c-2eb5d4a823c4]\nelse\n\tGarrett: Come back when you've got business. [#end]\n\n=> END"
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