Lion Head Mesa the windmills

Maybe someone from the Mereo delegation?

There were men here, warriors from the northern canyon. They sought the murderer of the Queen. Akhtar, however, knew nothing. So, he clung to his duties instead.

He gave a little huff as he tucked another amulet into the wrappings of the Queen, tail idly swishing.

All this fanfare… He murmured idly, casting a glance over his shoulder, before he was back to work.

atop the mesa the land of the hotland dwellers was made omnipresent.

the eagle greatly disliked pharaoh and yet he objectively appreciated how much of his culture the man had brought from home.

the queen lay in state, slowly mummifying in the hot dry air.

a priest was close, bending over her. the roman dipped his head in reverence to wait until called upon.

For a long time, Akhtar did not speak.

Then, he did, with a low, rolling tone. Almost bored, in a way.

You are of the mountain. It wasn’t a question to the priest, who looked over his shoulder at the man, then back at the figure of the queen, baking in the sun.

How barbarous his inner self sneered.

Do you wish to pay respects? If so, I will step aside.

he had not come to pay respects but he stepped forward all the same.

"queen satsu was always a kind friend to me. she personally helped to tend the wounds of my counterpart who was injured in an attack by our enemies."

counterpart. it felt horrendous in his mouth.

"may she enjoy many pleasures in the land of the reeds."

could he take a priest from his duties? this would soon be discovered.