Two Eyes Cenote might & meat

At the sound of his name, Machi’s ears flicked, and he halted mid-step, turning to face the men behind him. His opal eyes gleamed faintly in the dim light, curiosity piqued.

The poison? His brow arched ever so slightly, surprise flickering across his sharp features. Eset must have reconsidered. His voice was measured, almost bemused, Very well—this way. We addressed it months ago, and once more after my release, though... He slowed his pace, glancing over his mahogany shoulder with a questioning gaze. She didn’t seem particularly receptive to the idea then.

His gaze lingered a moment longer, before he resumed walking, his strides smooth yet cautious. Eset feared one of the children might stumble upon it, so it was relocated to one of the unused chambers at the far end of the palace—near the prison. It’s closer to the guest entrance, but I’ve been forbidden from entering that part of the palace as of late. We’ll need to take a longer route.

Without further elaboration, Machi slipped through the servant’s entrance, his pace quickening as the cool night air brushed against his sleek coat, opal eyes cutting through the shadows as he led the way around the cenote’s edge.

Eventually, they reached a fissure in the rock wall, its narrow entrance nearly hidden in the crags. Machi halted, gesturing for the Mazoi to follow before sliding inside the crevice with practiced ease. The passage was tight, but not uncomfortably so, lasting only a few paces before opening into a wider chamber.

Almost there, he murmured, his voice low but steady as he nodded toward a tunnel winding further up the wall. It was a narrow path, half concealed by the stone. With a swift motion, the half-breed leaned back onto his hind legs, pearl-pink nails gripping the porous rock as he gave an awkward but determined hop, scrambling his way up the uneven surface. He lingered at the top, breathing softly as he glanced down and checked to see if the men required assistance before continuing further into the tunnel.

Here we are, Machiavelli finally panted, his breath light as he halted at the entrance to the chamber. He stepped aside, allowing the Mazoi to enter the garden beyond. Sadly, some of them did not survive my... prison sabbatical. His words were laced with the faintest hint of irony, but his gaze remained fixed ahead.