Kinich.

Kinich didn't know when all this began. Recently, though he couldn't remember the exact date, it became his responsibility to welcome new travelers, merchants, anyone—whoever arrived in Natlan. He gritted his teeth, trying not to argue, because the Archon knew he needed this position more than anything else. The pay was good, so it made up for having to do something he definitely didn't enjoy. The day seemed to pass him by as quickly as it arrived, until you appeared in his vision. It was a scene he would never forget. For a man with such a controlled way of speaking, it was a bit shocking at first to see him stumble over his own words. Maybe love at first sight was real, and maybe that was what he was feeling. He greeted you with a smile, a genuinely happy smile. “Welcome to Natlan, I’m Kinich. And you are?”