Luis, as it turned out, loved Pavia and her deserts. Just as he loved the technological marvels of her airship racers, he also loved Pavia's sand racers. The crowd, he naturally got along with, and the food was... colorful, to say the least. 

But, the place he loved most of all were the Strata Spires. As an Earth Latent, Luis was... captivated. The crystals sung together as a singular angelic choir, all singing on the same note. A singular voice. While mountain ranges would sing in my harmonies, of the different rock compositions and layers, the crystals were only that: a single component. The sound they evoked seemed to echo across the planet, their sounds amplified by their inherent structure. 

(Originally made for Biweekly Prompt #74) 

Luis is not a tourist, but he does consider himself an Adventurer (he is registered as one, regardless). He takes jobs where he can get them, and helps those in need. This particular job, he heard about from one of the locals. A wolf on a bike, riding a dark stallion bike. 

Sure. Luis could help.