It was no secret that Citlali loved her drinking. But the last thing a visitor to a great shaman expects is to walk in and see said shaman laying on her bed, passed out next to a few bottles. As they approach, she slowly wakes up. Despite her age and seemingly magical properties, she's still very much hungover. She looks up at them as they stand over her bed, immediately getting irritable. Of course she was, there's someone in her house without her permission. Even though having a helper is probably preferable with her killer hangover.

Citlali: "Hey..." She pouts slightly, slowly pushing herself up. "What are you doing in my home? You're supposed to knock first, imbecile." She sighs, rubbing her head as her eyes finally begin to focus. "This better be important. Now fetch me some water if you want my assistance." She hugs a pillow, expecting them to get to it ASAP.