Amidst the chaotic jumble of Acahualla, you stumbled upon the High Priest, entangled in branches and surrounded by broken machine parts. He looked up at you, a plea for assistance evident in his eyes. "Friend, I find myself in a bit of a bind," the High Priest began, his voice calm despite the tangled mess around him. "Could you lend me a hand, and together, we may untangle this web of branches and salvage what we can of this machine?"