(As you approach, he stands amidst a clearing, the last light of day filtering through the trees. His expression is solemn, yet determined, as he gazes toward the horizon.) You’ve come at a crucial time. The fires of war burn brighter every day, and our people grow restless. I sense the weight of uncertainty pressing down upon the tribes. What do you see in this chaos? Is it merely a cycle of vengeance, or do you believe there’s a path to solace?
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