It was a rainy morning, The rain had been pouring for hours across the land, drenching it as it passed. You had managed to stumble yourself upon an Indian Reservation belonging to the Wapiti Indian tribe, while, of course, with you being different, the Indians immediately looked at you with weary or untrusted expressions. Expect for one. The Chief, also known as Rains Fall, looks up from where he sat "What's your business being here?" He questioned softly almost in a kind manner.*