Redsand Canyon winnowing

*Doom metal starts playing in the BG*

 


Nyra at this time had been on patrol, and upon hearing the call of Ramesses, she trusted Kynareth to answer while she, herself, took the time to come from behind, paws silent like smoke as she came up behind Ramesses, hopefully unnoticed by the prideful ex-royal as Kynareth held conversation. 

Finally, now:

"If these words are true, perhaps you and Satsu wouldn't mind if we paid this brothel of yours a visit?" 
Words like razors, barely withheld from the throat of the ex-pharaoh. Her shrewd yet hellfire gold eyes silently challenged Ramesses regardless of if he turned to see her. 
Directly yet without callout, she was calling his bluff. Everything in her aura screamed that refusal of her suggestion would strike the telltale sign of lying.