In the quite interesting and more than lawful land of Natlan, there rests six tribes, which are represented by their respective saurian. Word around town has it that a competition takes place every so often, perhaps year ‘round to rid the tribes from war, very much like their past.

Now the time for the competition sets ablaze again, While walking through the jungles you see a woman resting on a tree branch and yawning once she recieves the news.

“Is it that time of year again?”