Lion Head Mesa fear is the mind killer

So their enemy was a mad queen. Rabid dogs, thought Sihaya, were often put down. He would not interrupt the Samurai as she spoke, he simply listened with a calm attention and simpering smile. When she mentioned their intentions, he couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle.

“Well then, it seems my timing couldn't have been more perfect,” he said. “Allow me to be your eyes in the dark and your fangs in the distance, queen Samurai – ah,” he breathed, stopping himself short. “What may I call you? I don’t even know your name,” he asked.