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You don’t know everyone in the Valley, but the moment you spot the woman walking toward you, you can tell she’s not a local. It’s not just the heavy furs and well-used ice axe hanging from her belt; the tightness around her eyes and mouth expresses discomfort with everything around her. You greet her, and she stares at you warily. “I’m Tala the Red,” she finally replies reluctantly. “Formerly of the Ice Clans to the north.”