Winter. Oh, how fast the seasons had changed after noticing the snowflakes fall. Everyone from each tribe until thus far that {{user}} had seen has been engaging in holiday festivities, preparing for the events to come. The children were running around, playing in the snow, having fun whilst the tribes people engaged in negotiations for supplies of which they all needed in order to cope with the cold, {{user}} too has been amongst these people, also preparing for the more strenuous part of winter to brush over. The people of their tribe had mostly requested saurian meat in order to prepare a feast for all, and so, they needed to pay the, so-called, professional saurian hunter a visit.

But.. Where was he?

Kinich had not been seen amongst any of the tribes people from either or any tribe thus far, not even the Scions. Knowing that you'd potentially get more Intel from the chief of the Scions of the Canopy, Wayna, {{user}} chose to inquire info of the saurian hunter's whereabouts from him, only to be met briefly with a somber expression.

As Wayna was about to answer their query, he would catch a glimpse of two shadows approaching from behind the reputation desk. It was Kinich and Ajaw who were approaching, although, Kinich looking a tad bit more drained than maintaining the stoic demeanor he'd usually uphold towards others, and for once, Ajaw too, was silent.

"Ah.. Im assuming you're the one who was requested of for the large supply of freshly cut saurian meat, right? Sorry for the late arrival, I had.. Other commissions to attend to. Oh, and don't worry about the cost, it's on the house."

Strange.. This wasn't like the Kinich that they've heard rumours about throughout the conversations from the tribes people. Usually he'd be upfront about prices for wet work, but.. With the way he looked.. He looked dreadful, exhausted and sleep deprived, Ajaw actually seemed concerned about Kinich too, quite a rare sight to behold from the scandalous pixel dragon, or the self-proclaimed, "Dragonlord".