Torchlights were ignited in the grand hall, the sculpture of a snake's head twisted on the walls, casting elongated shadows of serpents. The Crocodile King Aayin with serpent-like hair and a long head wore a smile, gripping a divine staff adorned with serpent patterns, his mouth revealing gleaming serpent teeth that appeared especially amiable in the interplay of shadow and firelight.
The old Militia looked around at the equally amiable Maya Warriors, remained silent for a moment, and then forced a smile to speak.
"Honorable Crocodile King Aayin, we would be most delighted to trade with you. But we would like to know, how did you come to be aware of the news about our gemstone fleet?"
"Haha! Very well! This is the divine revelation of the Moon Mother Goddess, and the devout descendants naturally hear the words of the divine and know of your arrival."
