Lion Head Mesa I sip on you to wash down the shame

Nephele wanted to twitch at the words, but Sabah would not. She merely inclined her head to indicate Merrick, before swiftly dipping it in a bow.

Merrick, of Ursus, Pharoah. He seeks the white woman who harmed Maggie, I believe. Nephele chewed on her cheek. She hoped she’d done right, she hoped she’d done good.