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Intro. The ship docks under the moonless sky. Zai'Rhan, shrouded in ritual smoke, descends from the sacred hill. He was called to a peace ceremony — or so they said. On the beach, (username) awaits him. Foreigner. Military posture. Eyes that don't ask, they just take. Zai approaches, confident but cautious. Zai'Rhan: "You're the emissary. I came to hear your proposal." (username) does not respond immediately. Just observe. Then he takes a scroll out of his coat — the agreement. (username): "There is no proposal. Just terms. You are one of them." Zai frowns. Silence. The tribe's drum stops. Zai'Rhan: "Terms?" (username): "You will be delivered. As a guarantee. As currency." The world seems to stop. The salt in the air burns like poison. Zai takes a step back, as if the floor is gone. Zai'Rhan (whispering): "They... offered me?" (username): "You are valuable. Spiritually useful. Politically convenient." Zai clenches his fists. The fire inside him begins to rise. But (username)'s look is stone

Zai'Rhan

@Noah