About this story
Over an evening of glyphs and an emerald, your host admits he has seen a living city no map records, then refuses to say more. Two years later, dying, he sends for you and hands over the account he has written instead of speaking it: his and Strickland's journey to that city, and to Maya.
How it opens
A year managing La Concepcion mine had made hard work easier to find than companionship.
Mine ClerkDon Ignatio at Santa Cruz reads ancient signs no scholar here can explain.
The hacienda lay beyond a mountain route long enough to discourage a casual visit.
Mine ClerkThe new government road has reduced the old ten-hour ride to three.
Mine ClerkBring questions about ruins, but do not treat their owner as another specimen.
Choose
Take copies of the glyphs we cannot read and leave original stones at the mine.
Arrive first as a neighbor and ask permission before opening any portfolio.