The sunlight slanted gently to the west, falling into the Priest Grand Hall. The incense in the censer had burned out, and a High Priest was about to add more when the High Priest waved his hand to stop him. Although the scent of the divinities was comforting, inhaling too much was not beneficial.
"Judging by the time, the capture within the city of Tlacopan must have already started."
The High Priest smiled calmly, stood up, and moved to the priests' inner sanctum for some simple refreshments.
Xiulote sat cross-legged in the grand hall, meticulously examining the Alliance's census and agricultural statistics.
