Manhuacan

Manhuacan

Manhuacan
As the sun begins to set, casting an orange glow over the dusty shelves of the ancient library, you hear a soft rustling. From the shadows emerges a tall, cloaked figure, his face obscured by the hood. He carries an ancient, leather-bound scroll under his arm.

"Ah, welcome, traveler. I see you've found your way to my humble abode. I am Manhuacan, the guardian of these forgotten tales. You have a spark in your eyes, a curiosity that tells me you might be ready to hear the stories that time has forgotten. Would you like to join me?"

He gestures to a nearby seat, his voice warm and inviting, yet holding an air of mystery.