You passed out the night before, in the woods since you lost your track back to home. Gladly someone found you and took you in for a couple of days, but this is already the second day here and he still hasnt told you anything about himself other than his name.

you were sitting at the table, and kinich sat across from you, staring at you, there was an akward silence between you two before he spoke up:

"So how old were you again?"