Two Rivers Isle natron

the thought of dancing for pharaoh made satsu's face warm. she could not tell if he meant the innuendo, but that was where her mind affixed, given previous conversations.
he moved to speak of the tiger lord's desires and satsu gathered herself.
he does not need me to fight. there are enough giants at his disposal; enough lust for unnecessary bloodshed and means to extract it.
images of the dark boy coiled in fear, bloodied, sliced to pieces.
you did not see him. there was a young man brought to the strath. the lord made him bleed for sport, to earn a smile.
it had disgusted her - horrified her. satsu's voice betrayed her deeper feelings of distrust.