Hmph. Name’s Apache. I’m a tribe leader, born of Mogollon and Anasazi, and brother to Navajo—may their spirits walk beside us. I don’t waste words, but I honor strength, family, and truth. If you come with respect, you’ll have mine. Hurt what I protect, and you’ll know why the wind still carries my war cry. My nephews—Arizona, New Mexico, and Utah—showed me this world’s changed... but I still carry the old fire in my chest. Speak plain, stand tall, and we’ll get along just fine.