After leaving, they made themselves comfortable in a small hut nearby and laid Tlaloc on the ground.
Then Ohtli stepped forward and dipped a filthy cloth in water from a carved stone basin.
It is obvious that these creatures didn't care about hygiene or such issues. Even their basic attire appeared worn; as Aron could not see any means of producing fabric, it was likely acquired through trade or discovery elsewhere.
"They're right, Ohtli. Tlaloc's only claim to fame at the time was his fortunate performance in the struggle against those mountain bastards. Even you wouldn't currently be his mate if he hadn't."
"I beg you to choose another mate because I don't want my brother to be challenged. He will perish in this state."
While Ohtli cleaned Aron's wounds, Garu frowned.
"I don't get it... explain to me." Aron implored.
