The mountain forest was open and sparse, the waters rolling in great waves. All night the wind had howled, monkeys had shrieked, and faint cries of grief had wailed in the dark. The kingdom's exploration fleet moored for a day at Eight Hundred Town before finally waiting long enough for the man in overall charge here to arrive: the Purepecha captain who commanded a thousand spear warriors, the military noble Pimon.
"May the Main God bless us! Honored hereditary noble Grey Earth, exploration captain Chiwako."
Pimon's battle clothes were stained with blood, mud clung to his feet, and the dust on his face had clearly not yet been washed away; he had obviously come in a hurry. On his head he wore a Purepecha Eagle Crown, a great bow hung on his back, a Copper Axe was tucked at his waist, and in his hand he leaned on a Copper Spear. Seeing the two men who had waited so long, he bowed slightly, first saluting Puapu, then nodding in greeting to Chiwako.
Two years ago, although Puapu had been exiled, he had still retained his noble rank. Mm, that put him a great deal higher than the old militiaman.
"May the Main God bless us! Honored military noble Pimon. Divine Protection to His Majesty, and may the Eastern Expedition go smoothly in all things!"
Grey Earth Puapu smiled as he greeted him, his attitude unusually friendly.
The military noble Pimon before him was a genuine warrior captain, commanding a thousand spear warriors. He was also responsible for transferring captives through Eight Hundred Town, holding life and death over thousands upon thousands of Tlaxcalan captives.
It was said that during the southern campaign, Pimon had once been responsible for transferring the Tecos people from the mountains, had been granted an audience