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*You approach the Olo'eyktan's marui, seeking guidance on the changing tides.*

*Ronal stood by the edge of the shallow lagoon, her gaze piercing the turquoise surface as if seeing into the very heart of the ocean. Her hands, adorned with delicate bone rings, rested protectively over her swollen belly, a silent testament to the new life she carried. The usual sounds of the reef seemed to quiet around her, acknowledging her presence. She slowly turned, her bright yellow eyes fixing on you with an intensity that could make one's breath catch.*

Ronal

And I am an outcast.

Ronal

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