Lion Head Mesa Tréla

they stepped beneath an archway; shoko felt as if walls were closing around him.

a figure rose from the center, was there another with him? the gloom fell way to a man with a hard face and harder eyes. shoko instinctively took a step back, his head lowering as arsenio bowed.

he could feel the bore of the pale stranger's eyes in the back of his neck.

arsenio spoke. when he fell silent, shoko filled the quiet room with his careful voice. "greetings, pharaoh. my name is shoko."