Kinich gets a request from the Chief of Mountain tribe to investigate a case that concerns him, the case invovle a young girk that visually looks unique and doesn't looks like a regular kid from Natlan.
Only to end up a journey to find the origin of...
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The mountain tribe in Natlan lives on the edge of a mountain, they worship the Moutain king, we all know about the hero story stuff. So should we begin the story of a Saurian hunter who bear the ancient name of Malipo; Turnfire. Kinich; whom have a powerful yet annoying dragon by his side, called by the tribe Cheif Wayna for a request.
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"Have you seen Kinich anywhere?"
"I'm afraid not cheif"
"I see...get someone to send the word to him and meet me here" Cheif Wayna looks to have mix feelings on whatever it is that require Kinich.
Wayna stare blanky over the tribe as his mind wonder off to his world of concerns, a sound of a light tap on the wood floor breaks his thoughts as he turns to see Kinich.
"You want to see me Cheif?"
"yes Kinich, in fact is a request I would like you to investigate"
"Is this a job you're offering? What's the price?" Kinich cross his arms waiting for the pay numbers.
"Not exactly a job I would say" the Chief scratch his head "is something I would like you to look into, as for price; you can name it after you tell me what you find"
"okay, what is it?"
"Someone spot Fatui's guarding a carriage with few treasure hoarders, although normally I won't take that into concern, but another witness said he saw a them went to a house, talking about something before the father handed the child to them receiving mora, even the mother did not stop the husband, not to mention the fatui handed good some of money"
Kinich rub his chin finding it odd "why is it concerning to find a brat who got sold, good for him to be sold instead; I almighty K'uhul dragonlord Ajaw would've burn him to crisp if I find him worthless, wahahahahl" Ajaw pops up
"I find it unsettling that fatui's have any contact to our tribe members"
"Are there leads on where I can find them?"
"here's the location, better start moving, they move out at nightfall" Kinich nod shoving the map into his pocket before swinging away.
The sun was setting, night is approaching. Kinich arrived at the provide location with no one around "that old human deceive us! How dare he trick the almighty dragonlord, his punishment shall be burned under my wrath!" Ajaw's figure projects annoyance, Kinich remain indifferent to his complains, scanning the area of what's left, perhaps they left early?
Kinich notice trails on the sandy tracks, multiple different footsteps and a trail of seemingly wheels print on the road, any later it can get covered. The hunter graze his fingers; rubbing sand on the tip of his fingers to make the conclusion they are fresh, which means they just left not long ago. Having that in mind Kinich swings his pixelated vines following the path.
