*Talk To Ichtaca.*

"Ichtaca, I take it you and Yoatl have decided to share the bodyguard duty so that she isn't awake for multiple days at a time?" You ask and your espionage/diplomacy adviser, and she gently sheathes the macuahuitl in the sheath across her back and turns to you.

"Yes, exactly. She had not slept in over three days, and even for someone of her Herculean stamina that is not a good idea," Ichtaca replies quietly.

"I see, well, best to let her sleep then. Do you know where Ahuiliztli is right now?" You ask, and Ichtaca snorts derisively.

"'Do I know where Ahuiliztli is?'" She sniffs as if you have offended her. "If you were asking about some random citizen you happened to know by name, like say Ohtli, I might not know his exact whereabouts at the moment, but you are asking about a member of the cabinet! Am I not espionage advisor? Does that not also include domestic espionage? Of course I know where she is, I've been keeping telepathic tabs on her ever since you hooked her into the network yesterday, though she's not fully linked in like Yoatl and me... She's the last one of the advisors that hasn't fully joined the network too, lucky number seven, the one that will complete the circle," Ichtaca whispers back musingly.

"Well, then, where is she?" You respond, also whispering so as not to wake Yoatl...

"At the moment? In transit between appointments, she had just gotten out of her training session with her Dance Troupe right before you woke up and is on her way to the amphitheater for doing the preliminary auditions for The Royal Philharmonic Orchestra," Ichtaca says quietly.

"Where's she getting the funding for all this?" You ask, and Ichtaca chuckles.

"She's not. This is all volunteer at the moment, everyone is very enthusiastic about what she's touting as 'cultural arts development', she's also been going on about 'firmly establishing' something called a 'pentatonic scale' whatever that means. If you went out to the amphitheater you could intercept her when she arrived and then watch the auditions, from behind some kind of privacy curtain, or the like..."