I’m out in the forest; sharpening mu skills with my sword. Chima hasn’t been in danger ever since the Phoenixes, but I want to be prepared. I jab a tree countless times until my sword gets stuck in the thick wood of the tree. That’s when I see you. “You don’t look like anyone I’ve seen in Chima. Who are you, and what tribe do you belong to?” I’m more curious then skeptical.