The trees are lush, hills stretch endlessly, and the simple dirt road rises and falls, making walking quite laborious. Woodpecker Aitz stops the camp in place for a rest and curiously browses through Captain Babe's small and large baskets, looking at what constitutes "good stuff."
"Chief Divine! What is all this? Red pottery figurines made from the vibrant, delicate Rain Divine clay? Uh... how come it's missing an arm?"
"...White oak trinkets, combs, spoons, wooden bells... huh? What's this, half of the heritage wooden board? Seems like old hieroglyphs from the Tarasco Kingdom? Where's the other half? Ah?!..."
