Lion Head Mesa Tréla

The Pharaoh approached, and as he did, the redstone wolf bowed his head toward the ground, swaying his hips in an easy wag of his tail. As he held this position for much too long, he wondered how he might position Shoko in a positive light. Arsenio wished to give the hunter the best chance he could.

Greetings, Pharaoh of Akashingo, I have found a hunter. A lone tradesman who wished to meet your excellence after I spoke of you, Pharaoh. He wishes to know of Akashingo. A good Mazoi, maybe, Pharaoh, he could be good for your kingdom, the guard babbled carelessly, chattering as much as he could to avoid talking about their conversations, to avoid the topics of interest that had been shared.

Arsenio grinned and looked to Shoko with a proud swell of his chest.

This is Pharaoh, he is the great ruler, just as I said, just as I said. The Greek chuckled warmly.