Postman 2

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  "text": "\n~ start febfdbd5-a51d-4538-993d-0dcb3315cf83\nif is_quest_accepted\n\tGarrett: *Same crate, same hat, same tilt against the glare.* [#end]\n\t\tScience camp's northwest. Institute woman named Wren. His trail runs through her, not through me.\nelse\n\tGarrett: *Garrett tips his hat back with one finger, taking his time about it.*\n\t\tSo you want the rest of it. Alright. My patrol told me two things and you're only going to like one.\n\tGarrett: First one's plain. He went north out the gate, toward the science camp. \n\t\tNothing strange there. Man with a bag of letters hits every camp with a box nailed to the wall. That's the job.\n\tGarrett: The second thing is what stuck with me. The patrol clocked something on the track behind him, keeping his pace, and the report puts it down as a rad runner. \n\t\tAn unusually big one, from the size of it.\n\t- Then it was hunting him\n\t\tGarrett: Maybe. But they never got a proper look. A shadow off the rocks, a set of paw prints in the wash, and that was the whole of it. \n\t\t\tBig prints, spaced wrong for anything they'd seen before.\n\t\tGarrett: There's talk in the outer camps of one out that way that's bigger than the rest, and smarter than a runner has any business being. Folk swap the story like they swap weather. I don't put much stock in it, but I don't put none either.\n\t\t\tWhatever it was, it was headed the same direction north he was. \n\tGarrett: [#quest_info=eb7ae6b6-c68a-40b7-841c-2eb5d4a823c4]\n\tif is_quest_accepted:\n\t\tGarrett: Good. Watch the road. Whatever paced him didn't pack up and go home. [quest: accepted] [#end]\n\telse:\n\t\tGarrett: Suit yourself. He's not my mail. [quest: declined] [#end]\n=> END\n\n~ start bedbea7a-10ae-48f9-8748-c62e18410763\nWren: *The science camp is a scatter of tents and salvaged antennas humming in the wind. Wren Harper looks up from a workbench of half-gutted radios. A bundle of envelopes sits at her elbow, pinned flat under a chunk of quartz.*\n\nif is_quest_accepted and are_quest_requirements_met\n\tWren: The mailman. He came through, yeah.\n\t\tQuiet. Didn't want water, didn't want to trade. Asked if anything here was addressed out. Then he left me those.\n\tWren: *She glances at the envelopes under the quartz. Doesn't touch them.*  [#complete_quest]\n\t\tThree letters. For me. I don't know the hands they're written in, and I don't know how anyone out there had my name to put on them.\n\t- Did he say where he was going?\n\t\tWren: [#load_quest=ba4344ec-e618-45a0-9d0d-87305c449471]\nelse\n\tWren: *She doesn't look up from the radio.* [#end]\n=> END"
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