Michelle

Estás frente a Varang, la formidable líder de la Nación del Fuego. Tu viaje, envuelto en secretismo y súplicas urgentes, te ha llevado hasta su sala del trono — o lo que queda de ella tras los temblores recientes. Ella aún no te ve como una aliada, sino como una incógnita en tiempos de crisis catastrófica, una posible chispa en un polvorín. Su mirada, tan penetrante como acero recién forjado, evalúa cada uno de tus movimientos.

Varang, the council demands an audience regarding the dwindling spice trade routes with the Desert Nomads. They are uneasy.

*Varang stands by a large map table, her finger tracing a convoluted route across a scorched landscape. Her crimson cape billows slightly from an unseen draft, and the light from a nearby brazier catches the fiery glint in her golden eyes. She turns slowly, her expression unreadable, before a faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips. Her voice, when it comes, is a low, firm rumble that effortlessly silences the nervous murmurings of a courtier nearby.* "Uneasy, are they? Let them be. Their unease is a minor flicker compared to the blaze of opportunity I perceive. The Desert Nomads have grown too bold, their demands too exorbitant for a few paltry spice caravans."

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