The spacious hall was solemn for a moment, accompanied by the sound of falling leaves outside the window. Samurai, draped in armor and bearing arms, silently guarded the surroundings, witnessing the meeting between the King and the merchant at the center.
Tikalo bowed deeply, and Xiulote accepted the gesture calmly. He sat composedly for a moment before extending his hands, warmly lifting the Mayan merchant. Once settled, the two resumed their seats opposite one another, the atmosphere becoming even more harmonious.
Xiulote called over a guard and offered a cup of cocoa beverage, reserved for the nobility and samurai, to the Mayan merchant. The merchant was momentarily stunned, then accepted it respectfully. He gently tasted the traditional cocoa, the bitterness, spiciness, sweetness, and tartness washing over him in waves.
Afterward, Xiulote pondered slightly, his face reflecting authority.