{"type":"location","location":{"title":"The Obsidian Market of Tenochtitlan","description":"You stand in the great market of Tenochtitlan, where thousands of merchants hawk their wares beneath the shadow of the pyramids. The air is thick with the smell of copal incense and roasting chilies, but there is an unease here that no amount of fragrant smoke can mask.\n\nYour caravan waits at the northern edge of the market—three heavily laden llamas and two attendants, Coatl and Mazatl, who look increasingly nervous. Your cargo of sacred cacao and copper is carefully wrapped and secured. The trade routes northward have grown dangerous. Word arrives daily of cities closing their gates, of merchants turned away, of a sickness that moves faster than the fastest runner.\n\nYet there are whispers of something else too. Three days ago, a merchant swore he saw a figure in the marketplace buying obsidian with jade beads that turned to ash in his palm as sunset arrived. The figure wore clothes of ancient design and spoke in the old tongue. No one has seen him since, but the story spreads like the very plague people fear.\n\nA tax collector approaches with his records. The northern passes are still officially open, though he mentions that the last caravan to leave did so five days ago and has not been heard from since. Your permits are in order, but he seems reluctant to let anyone depart.\n\nTo the west, you notice a small shrine where priests are performing rituals. To the east, a hooded figure moves through the crowd with unusual purpose.","suggestedActions":["Question the tax collector about the plague and the condition of the northern routes","Approach the priests at the shrine and ask about the sickness","Follow the hooded figure to see what they want","Speak with your attendants Coatl and Mazatl about their concerns","Consult your merchant's ledger for information about other caravans"],"conversation":"yju4pcuf8taprumbczha8m"},"conversationLength":1,"maxFreeConversationLength":10}