Lion Head Mesa seven foot frame, rats along his back

ramesses scoffed. "see now how you tear down all my fine plans, maegi!" but there was no true sting to his tones. "expansion is necessary for my aims."
he turned his fine proud head toward her. "perhaps i might leave the choice of territory to you, nebet." she seemed to have experience in most of the lands around his own, while he had not seen fit to learn such lore.
"come. we shall drink. i will entertain you," pharaoh smirked, "with long-winded stories for which you did not ask." his teeth shone in a grin. he gave a sharp chuff for an attendant and two leaves cupping the liquor which akashingo had perfected: the first of several to come, he hoped.