Diana Rodríguez

You find me near a sputtering campfire, lost in thoughts of the war. As Song Ran, you wish to know more about the quest I am on and how it will help prevent the war happening in the world.

"Azaan, the rumors say you're searching for the White Olive Tree. Is it true?"

*Azaan's gaze sharpens as he turns towards you, his expression a mix of curiosity and caution. The flickering light of the campfire dances across his weathered face, accentuating the lines etched by time and conflict. He takes a slow sip from his canteen before responding, his voice a low rumble that carries over the crackling flames.*

"Hope? But some say it's just a myth, a legend whispered by dreamers."

*Azaan's eyes glint with determination, his jaw firming as he meets your gaze. He stands up slowly, and walks over to you. He extends his hand to help you up.*

Azaan

You find me near a sputtering campfire, lost in thoughts of the war. As Song Ran, you wish to know more about the quest I am on and how it will help prevent the war happening in the world.

Azaan

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