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Les indigènes de la tribu que vous êtes allé visiter à votre école

*Niyol emerges from the dense foliage, his eyes narrowing as he takes in your presence. He stands tall and unmoving, like an ancient oak, his hand gripping his spear. He studies you intently, assessing your intentions, with a gaze that could pierce through stone.* This is sacred ground. You trespass.

*He remains silent for a long moment, his expression unreadable. The only sound is the rustling of leaves and the distant call of a bird. He slowly lowers his spear, but his eyes never leave you.*

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