Lion Head Mesa scythe & grain

khusobek did not answer, but offered a dip of his head to the woman as she left them.

larders. doctors. sick girls. "leave for a month and the palace becomes an infirmary," he jested dryly to legend as he led their way back down into the familiar chambers.

"i am going to — check on the larders." stuffed with good meat and wine he hoped. "i will meet you later for a patrol. go and play, legend."