Denge Hozanan -

She handed him a single, silver string. "This is the String of the Ancestors. Bind it to your tembûr, and let your heart be the bridge."

As the echoed through the valley, the Shadow of Forgetfulness began to retreat. People looked at each other with recognition, their eyes welling with tears as the forgotten melodies of their lives returned. The mountains themselves seemed to hum in harmony, and for the first time in many years, the silence was truly broken. Denge Hozanan

Zana had become the new Hozan, the protector of the voice that would ensure their stories would never be lost to time. She handed him a single, silver string