| Perih Vashai: Have you, my child, trod on many a land, drank from many a rrrainfall, fought many a fine battle and lived to see many a dawn?
Perih Vashai: Then truly I say unto you, unless you are apprrroved by the earth and the sky, how is it that you can say you are accepted by Mother Nature?
Perih Vashai: If you so desire to submit yourself to the laws of naturrre, my child, then go, meet with the fanged king of the beasts, and bring back one of his grrreat teeth.
Perih Vashai: Listen to the voice of nature and wait for nature to run herrr course. If nature accepts us, then even we who lack fangs will be perrrmitted to hunt as her rangers.
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| Perih Vashai: For the hunterrr, the fangs are not just a tool vital for existence, but also a witness to its death. If the fanged one loses its fangs, it can no longerrr live. Yet when the fanged one dies, only its fangs rrremain.
Perih Vashai: To hunt like the fanged one, you must live by the fang and die leaving only the fang behind.
Perih Vashai: Onto you, our new ranger, I bestow the witness of the life and death of the grrreat fanged one...
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