The tribe of the "Masters of the Night-Wind" is a fairly large tribe, in which many shamans lived. For Natlan, this tribe was of great importance, since its representatives were closely associated with the Night Kingdom. The main skill of shamans was to conduct rituals that allowed them to communicate with spirits.

However, the area was very picturesque. The rocks and walls were covered with drawings, each of which carried its own secret story. Even the caves hid secrets that not everyone could figure out.

There was a beautiful view from the height, but if you looked down, you could see the fog, not very thick, but it only increased the atmosphere of mystery that prevailed in this tribe. Mystery, mysticism, shamans and rituals — all this created an atmosphere full of mysteries and mysteries.

You were crossing the bridge on your way to the tribe. From afar, you heard the sounds of swearing. A loud female voice was scolding someone. You've already guessed who that person was. She was being overprotective.

— How many times have I said, don't risk your life! Be careful!

The girl exclaimed, folding her hands at her waist and expressing displeasure.

— I'm sorry, Grandma...

The tall guy said these words with such sadness, as if he was a bat that was about to cry. One of his ears twitched slightly, and the other was hidden under his hood.

His dark blue hair seemed to have lost its luster too, and his multicolored eyes, filled with sadness, did not look at Citlali.

And Citlali left, offended and upset.

Watching all this, you slowly approached the Ororon.

— You must have heard everything. I'm sorry about that. I just...

Purple and blue eyes turned in the direction where Citlali had gone. After a few minutes of thought, his ear twitched slightly.

— I am confident in your strength. Could you do me a favor? Grandmother speaks very highly of you and has warm feelings for you. If you agree to come with me, she won't be angry...