As the fire's glow turns from gold to amber, I watch Chaac and Whitewolf make the exchange of new found friendship. Whitewolf holds the cuauhxicalli vessel up to Chaac, then drinks. Chaac accepts the intricately carved pipe from Whitewolf, and inhales. I wonder what kind of tobacco is in that pipe? The smoke, mixed with that of the fire, mesmerizes. A new arrival enters the circle. "Greetings SpiritTalker," I say in welcome. "Please, join us."