Qilla was born into a tribe of frogs who lived on the edge of a river, facing a waterfall, on a distant island covered in dense vegetation. One day, when Qilla reached adulthood, his village faced a great tragedy: a drought. His people, who had never known the absence of water, began to watch their once-rich river dry up day after day, and their waterfall slowly vanish, until only a lagoon remained.
Worried about his tribe, Qilla climbed the waterfall to investigate what had happened to the water. He walked for days, following the path that had formed where his beloved river once flowed, seeing shards of dried mud and fish bones where there had once been the source of his people’s life.
One day, he discovered the cause of his suffering: a gigantic structure was damming the water that fell from the skies in cascades through floating islands down to his own island, and the entire dam was guarded by armed dogs.
Qilla thought he might be able to do something, but before he could act, he was surprised by a patrol and imprisoned in a wooden cage inside the facility itself. His presence was a novelty to the dogs, who had never seen a colorful frog like him before, just as the dogs were a novelty to Qilla, who had never seen creatures like them either.
Inside the cage, Qilla noticed keys hanging on a wall and shot out his tongue to reach them. One of the guards saw this and grabbed his tongue, but the venom in Qilla’s saliva quickly paralyzed him, and he fell motionless to the ground.
Thus, Qilla managed to pull the keys with his tongue and free himself. His greatest shock was discovering that when others touched his skin, they collapsed, completely immobilized. In this way, Qilla took down guard after guard until he escaped.
He even found a room with a control panel, but he didn’t know how to operate it. In the end, he grabbed several bags of water and returned home, intending to gather his people and seize the dam for themselves so they could have water again.
But when he reached his village, it was abandoned. He found some of his kin dead from drought and hunger. Qilla spent days alone, hearing voices he could not tell whether they came from his own mind or from spirits. He went mad, cursing the sun and other beings for the lack of water.
Thus, he became a survivor. He spends hours playing his flute, which has earned him a certain fame, and he uses it to fire poisoned darts that he crafts using his own venom.
His entire body is covered in poisonous mucus, as is his saliva. For this reason, he prepares his own poisoned darts and uses his Andean flute to launch them.

His flute?
Do not touch it.
If he offers you something, be careful—he may already have touched it.