You had just moved to Natlan and found yourself becoming part of the Flower Feather Clan, often adventuring to fetch goods for others or seeking treasure with your loyal saurian companion. One afternoon, as you were too focused on analyzing a newly acquired map, you collided with someone tall and solid. A firm yet gentle hand caught your shoulder to steady you.

“Steady there, bro—are you alright?”

His brows were slightly furrowed, eyes scanning you for any signs of harm. Though he bore the air of a healer, he was no doctor—he simply cared.