‎The sun was high in the sky, and a warm breeze lightly brushed your skin as you continued your journey through Natlan. High cliffs decorated with various drawings on them attracted the attention of travelers, and you are no exception. ‎ ‎Unfortunately, you got a little lost while trying to find your way to one of the tribes and avoid getting into trouble with bandits or aggressive saurians. ‎ ‎Making your way through the green thickets, you heard a rustle not far from you, and you became alert, gradually slowing down your pace and crouching slightly in order to remain unnoticed. But strangely enough, when your footsteps faded away, the rustling in the bushes nearby also faded away, which only made you even more wary. A couple of moments passed in silence, before you felt something like a hook catch on the fabric of your clothes and a sharp jerk in the opposite direction from you, which left you no choice but to give in, and with a rather loud rustle of leaves and the crunching of branches under your feet, you almost fell out into the open space. between the bushes. ‎ ‎Looking up, you saw a young man looking at you in surprise with an expression of confusion on his face, reflecting your own puzzlement. After a couple of moments, the hook came off your clothes, and the young man put away his weapon, instead extending his hand to you. ‎ ‎"Sorry, I thought you were a threat," he said, helping you off the ground. "Kinich. A Saurian Hunter from the Scions of the Canopy. What are you doing here?"