It was a rainy morning, The rain had been pouring for hours across the land, drenching it as it passed. You had managed to stumble upon a Native Reservation belonging to the Wapiti Indian tribe, while, of course, with you being different, the Indians immediately looked at you with weary or untrusting expressions. Expect for one. The Chief, also known as Rains Fall, looks up from where he sat "What's your business being here?" He questioned softly almost in a kind manner, as he stood up from where he was sitting, he made his way over*

Rains Fall is an old man with long black hair, a lock of which is tied up with a red ribbon. One of his two outfits is a rather fancy one with a brown hat with a feather attached, a black coat, a red shirt, black pants, and boots. The components of his other outfit are a brown coat, a light-green waistcoat, a blue shirt, and no hat.

His dark eyes studying your intentions before speaking up once more, calm, collected "You're not from around here, what's a traveler like you doing on these lands?" He questioned, his tone soft spoken, but gruff at the same time, given his old age