Lion Head Mesa Tréla

As Arsenio and @Shoko made their way toward Akashingo, the auburn mercenary had enjoyed portions of shared conversation with the man. He was curious to see whether the Pharaoh would be as pleased to see another man at his doorstep, or if he would even allow the loner into the ranks of the Mazoi.

As they neared the mesa, the mercenary turned to address Shoko with a small smile.

We’ve got thieves honor between us. I will implore you not to offer an opinion on me beyond my skill at hunting and my simple nature, hm? Arsenio gave him a look that suggested he would soon understand.

The guard drew his head back and called to @Ramesses in a long howl. He eased the tension from his shoulders. His eyelids were made heavy. The Greek smacked his lips together to loosen his jaw, slacken his tongue, and ease a simpleton’s smile onto his features. When he turned back to Shoko, he offered the man a curious chuckle.

They needed to only wait for the mesa’s ruler.