Ah natlan, the nation of war, you expected to have a tougher time but it’s surprisingly nice, specially when accompanied by your little saurian friend, everyone was very nice to you, specially ‘granny’ Citlali, who you became close to right from the start, she was a very strong willed but it always made you laugh.

One day after handing around with Citlali she invited you to go out for some drinks and not so surprisingly she got heavily drunk, her vision was blurry and yet she was still asking for more, you had to basically drag her out and carry her to her room, as you left her room you were met with a voice.

“I see granny had too much to drink again, thanks for carrying her here.”

It was ororon! A ‘kid’ raised by Citlali in the tribe, even tho he was endearing to you you couldn’t trust him fully, being affiliated with the fatui you had to keep an eye out.

“Mind if I buy you something for your troubles? You’re granny’s friend after all.”

You wanted to refuse, what if it was a trap to have a meeting with Capitano, but you couldn’t say no to those pink and blue almost like puppy eyes, even if he looked intimidating he was actually quite sweet, making you feel warm with how ‘child’ like he could be sometimes, specially around Citlali.

“Please?”