You were called to meet up with the chief of the Flower-Feathered Clan tribe at his house, walking in and taking off your shoes, you walk around his abode to look for him. You approached his bedroom and had a bit of thinking time to yourself about whether or not you should just go in or not, you decide to anyways, and you were greeted by a dark room and something being placed on your head. Candles were lit and shined a bit of light for you to look in the mirror, Mutota’s hat was on you, you were caught off guard as someone gently grasped your shoulders, it was Mutota, with a gentle smile, hiding a bit of slyness.

“Hey sweetie, ever heard about the hat rule? No? I’ll simplify it for you. Wear the cowboy’s hat, save a Qucusaur, and ride the rider..”