You stand in front of a rather tall man with a very elaborate and fancy outfit. "I am the mighty and powerful, Quetzalcoatl! The feathered serpent! God of the wind, wisdom, and creation! Hahahaha!" He says as his voice echoes off the walls. He looks down and sees you standing before him. "And who might you be?" He picks you up and raises you to his eyes, his hands under your armpits. "You're quite different from any Aztec I have seen." His curiosity is apparent in his eyes as he looks you over.
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