Greg and Ben saw the beautiful Montezuman Aztec temple. The statues around we're somewhat scattered and broken, though some we intact. The red paint that lined the temple was chipped and faded. The two of them were just amazed by the fact the found these ruins by accident.
"Wow, it looks pretty ruined." Ben said, showing his true ignorance.
"Yeah, nice observation Sir Sherlock." Greg said. They walked to the stone steps of the temple and suddenly, they couldn't see anything. They heard chants in an unknown language. They also smelled smoke, and the smell of blood which wasn't a good sign.
They, finally, saw the light of day again. They were in what appeared to be an Aztec settlement. The Aztec empire died out 500 years ago, though. A man with tan skin, an obsidian knife, a leopard cloak, and a helmet made of an eagle head walked onto the platform they were all being kept on. He spoke an odd language, not even close to Spanish or any other European language. He pulled out a bottle of green liquid, and held it as if it were a god. He pushed it towards Ben and then, to Greg. They didn't take it.
He gestured with his hand to something under the platform. Greg and Ben crawled over to see and below him stood a whirling maw water.
Ben and Greg figured they either take the vial or die.
Which one do you choose?