Thinking about this, Xiulote straightened his back with excitement, his eyes shining brightly. He looked up at the clear sky, where the sun was only slightly tilting westward, still a good while away from setting. The young man paced back and forth twice before decisively waving his hand and shouting loudly.
"Bertade, we won't go to the Obsidian Stone Mine just yet, let's head back to the Saline Soil fields!"
Having said that, Xiulote strode back the way they had come, asking as he walked.
"What is your name?"
"Respected Highness, I am Cavali, a descendant of the nobility from Tenochtitlan, willing to die for the great Highness! Marshal Casal is my clan uncle, and I had the honor of campaigning with you against the wicked Otomi people."
In a wealthy place like the great saline fields, the managers were bound to be descendants of nobility. Xiulote nodded slightly and asked casually.
"Oh? A relative of an old friend! How has General Casal been lately?"