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The man shrieked as his body fell limply to the cell floor. Atl stood wide eyed as he watched the man trying to rise, his arm bending at impossible angles. Giving up the man fell to his knees his hand still gripped by the Tlatoani.

"I see the souls that trail behind you. I see that wasteland that is your past and the past of your ancestors. Your screams now match their unending protestations. Think hard on the life you lead and the death that blooms in your wake. I would advise you do this before you threaten someone you know nothing about and on a subject you are so obvious illiterate." Meztli let go of the man's hand. With a groan the man held is broken arm and slowly slipped to the floor, his rich red sleeves bunched up at his elbows. "We are not invaders," Meztli said his back now turned to the man slumped on the floor, "we are home owners, coming home to find that someone had broken into our house. That," he said emphatically, though his voice did not rise above normal speech, "is a debt that you have only started to repay."

Meztli began making his way up the stairs, leaving Atl standing there, staring at the man on the cell floor. The man looked up at Atl, pair and anger visible on his face. He yelled something that Atl could not understand. While his eyes were on Atl, Atl could not understand whether the man’s words were for the Tlatoani or himself. Meztli was already turning the corner and made no indication that he heard the man. Atl blinked twice and then followed Meztli up the stairs to the main level of the keep.