[ Tezcatlipoca listens with interest, and it’s clear that right away, Silco has made a good recommendation, or at the very least one that’s intriguing. After all, the name rings a bell for Tezcatlipoca. It’s nothing he’s intimately familiar with, as it’s far, far from the lands that were considered “his”, but he still listened for pockets of what called to his nature. What could do so better than a tiny city of anarchy? ]

Interesting name for the place. Never went there myself, but there was a place by that name in my world. If the one here is anything like the one I know, then you’re spot on. That’s my kinda place.

[ His kind of people, more importantly. No one was more determined to survive than those that were desperate and downtrodden, save for perhaps a warrior in the midst of a battle. He’s getting a better idea of which one Silco was too. It’s why he’s bold enough (curious enough) to ask: ]

Any way I could convince you to show me the way down there?