Two Eyes Cenote Hunger of the Pine

A subtle nod of Machi's pale head conveyed acknowledgment, the pelt bag swinging from his mouth hindering a more vocal response.

The palace exuded magnificence, and the persistent, delicate trickling that serenaded the cavern's halls tickled his ears and set him at ease. As he strolled through the passageways, his sharp eyes subtly scrutinized every intricate detail, not merely taking in the opulence but also a shrewd calculation of potential escape routes. A concealed left turn presented dimmer lighting but the promise of fresh air, while the right, though brighter, emanated the resonant sound of water. Each turn of the labyrinthine tunnels etched a mental map—a contingency plan should things go south.