Nahuatl cursed and swore as he stumbled through the under brush. He wasn't meant to be wandering around in the wild. His hands and feet were scratched from sharp leaves and other vines. Who knew that leaves were sharp enough to cut. Almost as good as it old obsidian knife. That had been a good blade. It had slit many people's throats with ease. But he had to leave it behind. He had had no time to go back for any of his belongings thanks to the wench. 

The cliff wall he had been following appeared to go nowhere. And indeed, with Nahuatl's luck it probably did lead nowhere. However it was the only thing to follow and he had no desire to strike off blind. Nahuatl stumbled again and cussed as he foot somehow managed to get stuck under a plant. He tugged at it without much success. He could set it on fire, but he'd burn himself in the process. Solaris didn't care much what burned as long as it burned. He was a uncaring God. In the respect that he only cared for himself and no one else. 

Nahuatl crouched down and tugged on the plant instead of his leg. It was thicker than an average vine, but not tree root. Quite frankly he had no idea what he was caught on. Finally, tired and disgusted he plopped down. Slightly awkwardly to not hurt his leg. He laid back on the cool ground and stared upwards. The sun was still in the sky. Even with his eyes closed he could point to it. Yet, what would the sun do for him? Nothing. Nahuatl sighed long enough that he probably sighed away all his happiness. Not that he cared. Revenge was all he had left.