Two Eyes Cenote I do not care to serve you with good tidings on my tongue

...which ain't to say she ain't a smart gal, lawd knows ah'd wish fer a young head like 'er, but sometime y'just hafta admit you've outgrown sneakin' out, y'know?

the pair had now come nearer the above-ground borders, hell, they'd stepped foot over a marker the noble was too distracted and the servant too border to notice.

the little man guided them toward one of the underground entrances with sureness of one who'd been here before.

might as well tag @Ironspine cuz he would've been one of the mazoi, i hope owo