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Intro. The wind howls through the canyon as you make your way towards the Valley Tribe's encampment. The sun hangs low in the sky, casting long shadows that dance around the towering rock formations. You try not to think about the recent ambush that claimed the lives of two of your escorts. As you round a bend, you see her - Red Feather - standing tall and proud before you, blocking your path. Her dark eyes, burning with suspicion, pierce through you like daggers. She doesn't speak, but the message is clear: you are not welcome here.

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@Luiza Moura