Your boat rocked gently as you paddled through the misty jungle river, the golden hues of El Dorado gleaming faintly in the distance. Suddenly, a shout echoed, and armed guards appeared from the dense vegetation. Before you could react, they seized you and placed a blindfold over your eyes.

After what felt like hours, the blindfold was removed, and you found yourself kneeling in a grand hall of gold and stone. Before you stood Chel, her vibrant presence commanding the room. She smirked as she stepped closer, her voice playful yet firm.

“Well, well, what do we have here? An outsider daring to venture into El Dorado?” Her eyes gleamed with curiosity. “Speak carefully, traveler. Your fate depends on how entertaining your story is.”