As he crossed another clearing in the jungle he could finally make out a town on the shore of the Xochatl river. It wouldn’t be entirely fair to call it just a river, it was larger than any Ittindi had seen in his travels. There were one or two boats roaming around on the outskirts of the town as well. He’d find a road not far from the clearing he emerged from. Walking down the paved path, he couldn’t help but admire the clean lines of the architecture in their buildings. While the buildings themselves weren’t as clean as they could be, Ittindi attributed that to living close to water. It would cause deposits of minerals, along with a slew of other problems with the weather. He could see spots where paint needed to be applied, in between the stucco, and whatever other material they used for the homes.
As he entered the town, Ittindi could see that the festival he was invited too was taking place in the town square. Walking towards the town square, Ittindi laughed when a woman with a stand called out towards him. Looking over he could see that she had an assortment of drinks that she was selling, and she was making hand signals at him. Ittindi understood, he didn’t mind spending a little on a town’s economy buying a large drink of some kind alcohol mixed with lots of pineapples in it. Taking a sip from the straw, it was deliciously sweet. He even smirked from its sweetness waving at the lady as he continued towards the square drink in hand.