[Center][h3][sup]Bo-Congro[/sup][/h3][/Center]
	Hura dusted himself off, standing with the taller Ko-Matoran's help. A puzzled look came to his face as he passed his gaze from the floating cage to the Ko-Matoran and back.
	"[color=007236]I come to pluck fruit of the great Vuata Maka Tree. Master Apothecary needs it,[/color]" he replied.
	A sideways glance, and his hand slipped to press against the upper fore of his Kanohi Rode.
	"[color=007236]Is that a monkey-Brakas?[/color]" he sighed, not in the mood to deal with their irregular nature after having slipped, "[color=007236]How do you even manage to capture such Rahi, Ko-Matoran?[/color]" he asked.
	Then, after a moment, he extended his arm, palm forward, fingers straight, in greeting.
	"[color=007236]Hura,[/color]" he stated rather plainly.
[Center][h3][sup]De-Congro[/sup][/h3][/Center]
	"And, for this reason, we would like you to be our representative at the Red Star Festival."
	The Ta-Matoran's words echoed in the halls of the De-Congro Temple. The Suva attendant removed her ceremonial poncho like robe, placing it quietly on the bench.
	"[color=4e4e4e]Must you speak so much?[/color]" her voice droned with an odd, cyclical rasp, "[color=4e4e4e]What if I don't want to go to the Red Star Festival?[/color]"
	The flare gun at her side shifted as she turned away.
	"[color=4e4e4e]This is a sacred place,[/color]" Vhis added, her rather dismissive tone not seeming to phase the Ta-Matoran in bright red armor.
	"You'll think about it," he assured, turning away and heading into the bright sunlight of Kongero Nui's great savanna.