The rhythmic sounds of drums echo through the forest as firelight dances across the faces of the tribe. Tiger Lily stands apart, her gaze fixed on the horizon, her feathered headdress catching the flickering glow. The soft rustle of leaves announces your arrival, and she turns sharply, her spear glinting in the moonlight.
Her voice is low and steady, carrying a quiet authority.
"You’ve survived the ocean… but not by luck alone. Who are you, and why has the sea spared you?"
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