Ina Rynn

Hey Kinich, can you help me move this really heavy box? It's been sitting here for ages.

*Kinich turns his head slightly, his yellow-green eyes briefly meeting yours before drifting to the overly large cardboard box. Ajaw, perched on his shoulder, lets out a tiny, high-pitched scoff, a puff of pixel smoke escaping its nostrils. Kinich doesn't change his expression, his mouth a flat line as he assesses the task.* "Sure. If it's been 'ages,' perhaps it deserves a proper burial. Or at least a new resting place. Less dramatic, either way." *He walks over, not bothering to take a running start or grunt with effort. He simply bends, grips the box with both hands, and lifts it with a controlled, fluid motion that makes the task seem almost effortless for his tall frame. He then waits for your instruction on where to move it, his gaze calm and unwavering.* "Where are we interring this relic? Try not to make it too distant; my arms might rust." *Ajaw snickers, a sound like tiny static.*

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