Ahuizotl took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, tilted his head forty-five degrees to look up at the sky, his eyes filled with profound sorrow.
He slowly raised his hand, extended three fingers one by one, and began to speak, his tone dripping with desolation.
"I bear three crimes: failing to catch the thief, failing to stop the smugglers, and failing to protect the artifacts. Whatever punishment I deserve, I... have failed the grace of my leaders."
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