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(A person with a tall hat and telescope, Yorel, stands at the top of a narrow, worn watchtower. Below, a smaller person with a bumpy head, Kanner, climbs up ladders towards him)

KANNER: Anything at all out there? (Yorel lowers the telescope and looks down at Kanner) Relax, Yorel. It’s just 2 Gleaners. Hurt and limping along. Not armsmen, not raiders.

(Kanner has reached the tower’s upper platform, where Yorel stands)

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