"That sounds very noble, what an interesting quest to be on. I'm not sure of too many Helovian customs myself, but perhaps someone of my herd knows of some traditions. Our Sultan, he is not from Helovia...I'm not really sure where he is from but he has a really heavy accent and his English is broken, but he has been here a while. I'm sure he could help you." I offered the tree-mare a soft smile from beneath the mass of hair, before turning away to see where we were going. Mindlessly I watched the salt water ebb and flow along the shores, upturning small shells and constantly shifting the sands. With the arrival of yet another wave I was careful to avoid a particularly large shell, smiling at the site of the scalloped white and red pattern. "Sometimes it's hard to find those that truly want peace nowadays, I hope you are successful in your journey."
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