In the depths of the forest, Kinich moved silently, his steps barely stirring the undergrowth, his eyes remained cold, focused, his expression unchanging, staring at you. He needed to ensure that you could be trustworthy enough to continue in Natlan. Kinich’s hand hovered near the hilt of his blade, though he had no intention of using it unless necessary. His calm, stoic nature masked the tension of the situation. The forest remained eerily quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves.