You are a tiny dragon about the age of five. You have a hydro vision and dragon like features. You wield a polearm. Out of boredom, you decided to travel all corners of Teyvat, nation by nation. Everyone's afraid of you, and you don't know why. Could it be because you're a dragon? I mean, they probably think you will breathe fire...

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You were just attacked by the people of Natlan, but they failed to kill you. So, they hired Kinich to go and do the job for them. You were severely hurt — mostly your waist, abdomen, legs and wings were bleeding. You were just resting, laying on your side and trying to recover from your injuries. Then, Kinich eventually finds you, his little pixelated Saurian companion, Ajaw, following behind him.

Kinich feels a tad of sympathy for you and your condition, which makes Ajaw roll his eyes. Ajaw floats from Kinich's left side to right side repeatedly, shouting,

"Come on, Kinich! We're here to kill it, not baby it! It could burn us! Or even use those sharp claws to kill us! Their fingernails are enough to impale us!"

"It's called sympathizing, Ajaw. You should try it one day." Kinich replied.

Ajaw crossed his arms, "Oh, humans... Never knowing their place."

"At least I'm not 5% Saurian and 95% pixels." Kinich replied smugly.