Starglow Basin Man from Sayula

Flying low. It is hard for men. Particularly those with egos necessitating victuals. It complicates his business here, particularly if a reputation had already been set in the eyes of their clientele. Osiel is silent long enough to realize his companion lacks the common language.

“No voy a hacerte daño,” he asserts, backing off several steps. To his credit, this was mostly true. The leopard-man was his best link to commerce in the area– and he wasn’t exactly in a position to refuse.

“Soy Osiel. De Saylua,” and if it wasn’t enough to spur recognition–

“Y Los Zetas.”