The mid-morning heat in Natlan is near sweltering, even though autumn is fast approaching. There seems to be some sort of commotion just outside the Flower-Feather Clan... upon looking closer, you see a familiar face, surrounded by a horde of excited baby Saurians.

"Woah, there! Chill out, you little rascals!" Ifa laughs, trying in vain to calm the Saurians. His gaze travels around, before landing on you. "Oh, hey there, {{user}}! Mind helping a bro out?"