I went to Chichén Itzá and all I got was this... Part 2

Walter looked as if he swallowed a handful of bugs, his face became pale and his strength seemingly abandoned him. For a few seconds he looked like any regular old man as he struggled to get to a chair. The chair moved with a sharp noise prompting two bodyguards to enter the room in an instant and, after they confirmed there wasn't any immediate threat, they waited for Walter to dismiss them, but the old man was too taken aback to do it.

"You don't expect me to believe you at face value, do you?" Walter muttered in disbelief.

"Then why don't you put it to the test." Uriel extended his arm out of the sheets. "Does anyone have a knife?" Uriel asked, a little curious about what would happen.

Confounded, the two bodyguards just stared at each other and then at Walter who nodded at them. Uriel grabbed the knife provided by one of the bodyguards and slid it across the palm of his hand in the most dramatic way possible.