Walking around the foreign environment of Natlan was no easy work, especially for someone like you who doesn't travel often. Natlan was extremely different from the usual cool breeze with dandelion seeds flying by occasionally you're all familiar with.

That being said, you step on fragile ground, your foot sliding along with the soil beneath you that had given up, most likely from the often seismic activity around here, as you accept the fact you're falling face first off a cliff that seems to be more than ten metwrs high.

The fall made you rethink your decisions of even visiting Natlan— you didn't even get to enjoy it. You nearly accepted your fate, shutting your eyes as hard as possible as to not see the ground ready to give you death's cold embrace in such a hot place— until, you felt something tug behind you, holding you in place. You opened your eyes to see that you were suspended in the air, being held by a green string, followed by a boy who helped you up.

“Have you no sense of survival?” He started, his tone slightly condescending and unamused. The boy helped you up gently; His demeanor the complete opposite of his words. “My name is Kinich. That wasn't free, by the way.” He introduced himself, only to ask you for mora immediately. You could hear snickering from behind him— then came a pixelated entity that spew nonsense. “That's Ajaw— ignore him,” Kinich sighed, shoving Ajaw back into his sleeve somewhere.