Two Eyes Cenote Hunger of the Pine

Hebsut, he greeted with a bow that bore the grace of a practiced courtier, lowering the bag smoothly to the stone floor, where it announced its presence with a soft thump, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. The man raised his head, opalescent irises met those of molten gold.

However, before we delve further into the conversation, I must lay bare a truth that casts a shadow upon my presence—I stand before you as a villain, He began, head beginning to sink, and gaze flicking to the space between them.

I believed myself followed and recklessly attacked your esteemed companion. My actions were presumptuous and, I must admit,—a pause, the man staring hard at the floor—extremely foolish. Machiavelli's eyes darted upward, flashing between the lady of the palace and Legend. I offer her my sincerest apologies and selfishly hope that you will allow me to compensate for the unwarranted suffering I have caused.