Two Eyes Cenote Coachwhip

YEAH GET HIM

"i am thinking he is a liar with a foul mouth, eset, and that you should hand him to herod posthaste."

his eyes were cold, but his respect for her limned the red shadow. "his is a pretty game driven by his tongue. silence him and his lies stop."

he studied her. "is he not a prisoner? is he not being held for actions against one of our own?" surely she did not think imprisonment could have any beauty, no matter how well he was fed.