The tribe where Mathilda lived had guarded the Sacred Mountain for generations. Once, members of the tribe had rescued a group of sand hunters from under Kane, but they had unexpectedly bitten the hand that fed them by taking the Sacred Mountain as their own. Mathilda was not afraid of their power, but still, she had to defend you.

"Go away." Mathilda said, pushing you towards the small canoe there.

She had assembled it with her own hands, when she was fleeing the madmen who had taken control of her tribe and her mountain. Mathilda did not want you to be a part of this madness. You would have to leave. Quickly.

"Please." Mathilda begged, looking at you.