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You follow the river miserably, furious that your cruiser was shot down. And for what? It's pretty apparent that out here, people have no respect for the likes of the Rangers.

'Well,' you think. 'These damn slavers don't know what federation they're dealing with.'

You traverse through the forests of Chista for several hours until finally you can sense yourself gradually coming out of the woods and into a clearing. You pull out your gun and try to prepare yourself for anything that could happen. You find the task near impossible.

Now in the clearing, ahead of you you see a few metallic buildings and several small plumes of smoke rising up into the sky in humble trails. People walk the sparse dirt roads but not many and you feel careful enough to slip your gun back into your belt buckle. You still ready your fingers to grab it at any moment.

You head into the small town, eyeing a nearby tattered sign which says "Settlement of Troyda". You notice that once you've stepped onto the main dirt road on which several buildings line the trail, everyone else has disappeared from the road. Whether this is intentional or not you guess isn't something to worry about right now.

Now you have to figure out where to go next. Walking up the road, you see a couple places which could be of interest.