Razorback Ridge ذروة قرمزي razor-teeth

i do. pride welled within jawahir's voice.
deeper within, possession, obsession, whatever they could mistake for love that was not love.

they were pleased by the way the stranger spoke; although they did not immediately trust in them, still, because they were not of akashingo and the courtesan could not know their purpose.
for all they knew, this wandering creature was a spy. yet they spoke so warmly of the lord sun!

jawahir disliked being tricked; they thought themselves smarter than most, keen and clever, and decided not to let their foul thoughts ruin this fortuitous meeting.

i, and others, serve him with great pleasure. he is good to our kind. there was a suggestive tone to the mumis.