Speaking of this, Amoxtli sighed, gently shaking his head, his expression complex. The pressure of tribal expansion and the booming population weighed heavily on the shoulders of this middle-aged Chieftain, making him appear older but increasingly wise.
"Moqi, I must trouble you to make a trip north! Alan, that girl, has great abilities, a big temper, and even bigger ambitions. It's as if there's a Flying Eagle inside her mind, always fixated on the vast sky, taking off unknowingly far away!... However, she flies too far without considering if her wings can bear it. Someone has to bring her back..."
