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

ramesses listened. 
an old score to be settled. merrick of ursus, an ugly warrior come to seek his vengeance.
"sabah, i will take our guest to my chambers. have food brought to us."
ramesses saw no reason to entertain strategems in the narrow corridor, and so he would not. instead the man only turned and began to pad back down the stoneway. "we have a soldier among us who claims the saints have left their strath to pursue you elsewhere."