Luneshale Pass I deserve it, don't I?

un pescado? soto masks the falling of his face -- where will he get a fish in the flipping desert?

por supuesto. and he means it - though the logistics of extracting an aquatic animal from stone has yet to become a skill of his. no matter; it's been long enough that his leg is healed, and he needs the exercise.

soto trawls the nanks of their thinning river that night. the fish here are scarce and small, too agile for his lurking teeth.

by midmorning, he ranges out towards the cenotes and returns with not one but two fat arapaimas.