Lion Head Mesa Tréla

"a hunter."
it was not as if akashingo could not use more. ramesses simply did not care for arsenio's choice, for he did not trust the man.
the greek's eyes were blank as that of the fish he professed to know. the man shoko seemed more pointed. "with what beasts do your skills lie? small game or the leaping antlered ones?"
pharaoh's voice was soft. his stare continued to scorch toward the stranger.