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One of eight-hundred and eighty-two identical pieces they delivered in a stone chest to Cortéz himself. Blood money paid to stem the slaughter he wreaked upon them with his armies... But the greed of Cortéz was insatiable.
There's no need to stand on ceremony, nor call to impress anyone, anymore.

~he reaches into the stone chest and retrieves a gold coin, the size of a medallion, and lets it slip thru his fingers back into the stone chest~

You know what this is, don't you? This is Aztec gold.
~he lifts his right leg and uses his boot to kick off the lid to the stone chest. Inside are hundreds of gold coins with Aztec glyphs the size of medallions~

I don't believe in ghost stories anymore. At least that is what I thought, when I first was told the tale.
~The room contains swag, booty and a spectacular amount of treasure: piles of coins, gold and silver ingots, jewelry, objects d' art, jade and ivory, brightly colored silks, furniture, jewels and pearls, mirrors and swords...~
~He wanders into the cabin; across is a table filled with an impressive spread of food, he carries in a tray with more food, sets down
the final dish, places the silverware perfectly, then lights some candles which illuminates a stone chest carved with Aztec glyphs in the center of the room~
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