Lion Head Mesa basium

Hope it’s cool with everyone if Akh invades!

War was a slog, and Akhtar was a distant observer, like an observer of an opera. Holding up a pair of opera glasses as if this was some sort of play. The theatre of war, it made for delicious drama back home.

The call of the sentries made his head lift from his dice game, waving away the fellahin he’d been attempting to teach the game to.

Go inform the queen I’ll be by soon, yes? A shaky nod.

Very good dear, thank you. Up the priest stood, watching the coyote scramble out of view. Akhtar turned then, grabbing his black rabbit’s skin and shaking it to clear it of dust. Then, he began walking.

The borders would show him a familiar face, though not one he ever remembered speaking to at any great length, accompanied by two faces he did not know. Akhtar flung open his metaphorical arms, like a rich woman welcoming her party guest.

Imperator! A quick glance to the companions of the man.

And friends! You have caught us at quite the time! Getting closer now, he could pick out more facial features of the two, his face never losing its smile even as his eyes sharpened.