IC: (Kaen, Le-Wahi jungles) The Toa of Air cut through the underbrush with his longsword. What light was able to filter through the canopy above glinted off his silver and green armor. He was lost. ...Or thought he was lost, at least. But let's not tell him that, it's more fun that way. "Mata Nui," he exclaimed, violently cutting down a few plants, "where am I? WHERE?" His shouts of confusion could be heard from Le-Koro. Which was like, nearby. Real nearby. OOC: Kaen open for interaction, I guess. ...GOSHDARNIT I WISH I HAD MY LAPTOP AND MY TEXT COLORS RIGHT NOW.