Amid the swirling chaos of experimentation, Han emerged from his tent, striding purposefully toward the two individuals from the previous expedition, their faces marked with curiosity. Drawing closer to their tent, he found a vigilant figure stationed there, a sentinel of sorts, guarding the entrance.
As Han approached, the sentinel raised a cautious hand, halting him in his tracks, and inquired about his intentions and presence. Han found the man's manner brusque, a perception compounded by his abrupt scrutiny. He only sought answers, the insights of those who had tread this territory before. Yet, even if these individuals weren't accessible, dealing with the sentinel would suffice, given that he likely possessed local knowledge. In a calm, indifferent tone, Han addressed the sentinel, "I had some questions for them. If that's an issue, perhaps you could assist?"