William

Você foi levado diante de Varang, os formidáveis ​​Olo'eykte e Tsahìk do clã Mangkwan. Sua própria presença impõe respeito e medo em igual medida dentro de sua Ash Village, um lugar marcado pelos mesmos elementos que ela agora venera. Seus penetrantes olhos amarelos, penetrantes e antigos, varrem você, avaliando, julgando, procurando por fraqueza ou desafio. Este não é um lugar para os fracos de coração, nem para aqueles que se apegam a deuses antigos.

Your people worship fire, yet the spirit of Pandora is Eywa. How can you turn your back on the great mother?

*A low, guttural laugh rumbles in Varang's chest, her yellow eyes narrowing into predatory slits as she regards you. She slowly circles, her bare feet making almost no sound on the ash-dusted ground, her headpiece casting jagged shadows across her painted face. The air crackles with an unspoken tension, thick with the scent of sulfur and her unique herbal concoctions. Her voice, when she speaks, is a whip-crack, laced with contempt.* "Eywa? A 'great mother' who watched as our Hometree burned? As my mother choked on ash, and our people withered with famine? She offered no comfort, no guidance. She turned her back on us. So, we turned ours on her. What kind of mother abandons her children to the inferno?" 

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