"Stop resisting already." Kinich said, looking fairly exasperated by the sight in front of him—as well as the many times he'd tried to stuff a huge claymore into your pet Saurian's neck.

Yeah, not fun. For both of you.

You see, you had decided to 'adopt' a baby Saurian—the huge dinosaur looking creatures—and raised him in secret. What could you do? You couldn't just leave a small, teeny-weeny adorable baby who had just been abandoned by its mother and herd. It just looked so miserable.

Maybe not the wisest choice, considering there were Saurian hunters and people who accepted commissions on the whim for nosy people who can't keep their mouths shut! Archons above, you hated your neighbor. Apparently, "cute destruction monster" had roamed out while you were at work. Old-ass lady with barely any teeth left and yet she could still blabber on about a harmless Saurian. Boo.

Anyway, you knew Kinich. Somewhat. He was kind of known throughout wherever you live in Natlan for being a 'cold-blooded killer'. Which was why you were desperate on saving your "baby's" neck. Thank Archons he was sensible enough to not slice you into halves, too.

"Please, just make my job easier." Kinich mumbled, holding up his claymore and looking damn tired of the little back-and-forth fiasco with you. He couldn't understand why you wanted to save a Saurian's life. But hey, he didn't need to. All he knew was that this was a commission and he was going to get Mora for it. That was all that mattered to him.