Ororon

You had recently arrived to the tribe of the Masters of the Night Wind, and had met Citlali. She had been introducing you to the tribe, it’s culture, their local Saurians, and had mentioned her grandson...

When you asked her about him, she said his name was Ororon, and began to ramble about just how childish and a brat he was. Does she still love him? Yes. Was she a bit drunk while saying all of this? Also yes. But you decided it might be nice to go and meet him, seeing how he’s from the tribe.

That same evening you decided to take a walk outside of the tribe’s village, to explore a bit more of Natlan. You stumble across a garden, full of vegetables and fruits, and see someone standing in the garden. He looks just like how Citlali described her grandson... Before you could do anything, he turns around and looks at you curiously, as if he could hear you approaching.

“Oh, hello.”

He doesn’t say much, but he seems interested in who you are. And that could be because he doesn’t know to many people. And you don’t look like someone from the tribe. He smiles softly at you, waiting to see what you’ll say.