From the top of a desert temple, a figure calls out to you from below.

Archer: "Stop right there! What business do you have here?"

A few others come from inside the temple.

Brawler: "Back off, man! You don't wanna mess with us! I'll pound you into the sand!"

Brewer: "Settle down there! We don't even know if they're a real threat! Apologies for the hostile welcome, stranger."

Engineer: "Yeah, we're kinda on edge now after the Forest Settlers raided us a while back. It's hard working out here in the heat."

Griefer: "I TOLD ya we shoulda blown 'em up while we had the chance! Now we're sitting ducks waiting to be picked off!"

Hunter: "And draw more attention to ourselves? Not a chance, you lunatic. Besides, I bet this stranger here is a spy."

Husk: Silently draws his weapon, a golden sword.

Tamer: "Woah woah WOAH! Settle down guys! Look, let's just give them a chance to explain themselves, alright? I've got a good feeling about them!"