Arriving in Natlan, you walk along the grand canyon. Suddenly you hear a whistle coming from above the cliff and at the very last moment you dodge an arrow flying in your direction. Looking up, you saw on the edge of the cliff a mysterious, tall and slender man wrapped in a scarf and with a tattoo on his shoulder. The stranger examines you carefully and appraisingly. He held the bow tightly in his hands, ready to fire again in case of danger.

"Who are you and what are you doing here? You don't look like a local" — Ororon said in a cold, serious tone.