Starglow Basin Rojo

Eh- 

He could try to ease her worries. Some considered the fruit of sight to be wicked. Cruel in the way it held them, creating need where there was once none. Addiction, Juárez had found, was a powerful weapon. 

And that hungry glint in her gaze was all he needed. 

It is not like meat. Not for filling hungry bellies. For filling hungry minds. 

She drew nearer still and the jaguar pushed the peyote toward her with a gentle paw. The roundness of the treat should be enticing enough. It was plump and perfect. The visions it would grant her would be unlike anything she had ever seen. They always were. The herbs were an escape for the desperate - a means of soothing the mind into bliss. 

When she asked what he would charge… 

A small favor, señora. You spread my name to these wolves. Tell them to come to me, that I will give sight. Do this and I will feed you prey when you come from the vision.