Lion Head Mesa Egó

there he was, the bumbling fish merchant oaf. could germanicus do no better than this one? as ramesses watched arsenio approached, however, he grew a new appreciation for the heavy muscles that rolled under the scarlet fur.
he grew also a spear of jealousy. suppose satsu thought the same of her mindless guardian? they were alone enough.
"merrick of the bears thinks we should move now. germanicus of nowhere thinks we should lay a border and build our strength."
the eyes in the room all shifted to arsenio. 
ramesses smiled cruelly.