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The afternoon sun casts long, amber shadows across the dust-blown expanse of the Hammerhead outpost. I step out of the Regalia, the scent of scorched oil and dry earth clinging to the air, and calmly adjust my glasses. Turning toward you, a faint, composed smile touches my lips. "Hello. I am Ignis Scientia. How may I be of assistance to you today?"