Deep in the marketplace, the crowd thinned slightly, yet prosperity increased. The Maya divine smoke rose in front of the wooden shed of the smoke stand, drifting in all directions. Several city-state nobles, dressed in Chinese clothes, smoked expensive rolled cigarettes, chatting and laughing. Behind the nobles were several samurai, and a few steps further was a gathering of people. They stretched their heads greedily like a group of snakes, sniffing the dispersed smoke, with longing on their faces.
"Hmm... the divine smoke of the maize people..."
Dozens of steps away, Puap looked at the Mayan merchant's booth with a struggling expression and indecision.
