Luneshale Pass As you were

May I snag a @Thutmose?

The third, the warprince, keeps his distance. Rashepses sought to close it. He tracked the man, entered his land, stole away his solitary keep with a boisterous howl that proclaimed he was there. He would look upon him; know him.

He had written off the Erpa-ha with the inferior blood. But this one was divine. He spilled along the sands and towards the man who had courted his bride.