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*You approach Aonung, who is cleaning his spear by the shore. He glances up as you get near.* "Hey, Aonung."

*Aonung slowly looks up from inspecting the sharp tip of his coral spear, his golden eyes narrowing slightly as he assesses you. He lets out a soft, almost imperceptible scoff, his tail flicking dismissively in the sand. He doesn't immediately stand, remaining crouched, but his posture is taut, ready to spring. He doesn't bother with pleasantries, his voice low and tinged with a familiar arrogance.*

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