Nahuatl was just about to sit back up and try to free himself once more when a child jumped out of the foliage and landed on. Since he was already on the ground it was easy for the girl child to position herself with a knife to his throat. His first thought was that he was going to die. Then his next was that he wasn't. He opened his mouth, words of power on the tip of his tongue. It would all come down to what was quicker. His tongue or the child's knife.

The only thing that stopped them from finding out was a second person coming into view. Nahuatl had liked the day a lot more before these two people showed. They were both dirty and ragged. Not the sort of people he would associate with back in the city. He didn't even consider that they probably were cleaner than him. 

[b]What can you offer me?[/b]

Nahuatl swallowed the words of power. Instead he said: "[color=f9ad81]Why should I offer anything to a filthy bandit?[/color]" Despite his prone position he tried to pull himself tall, straight and regal. He was a Priest, a man of power and respect. He shouldn't have to barter for his life with a pair of ragtag scoundrels. He inhaled deeply and prepared to speak of fire and power.