Lion Head Mesa Tréla

Arsenio could feel his gaze, but he held his casual stance and wavering tail. If the Pharaoh’s malice toward him had spurred from anything, it could easily have been the cursory way that the guard presented himself.

The Pharaoh was having fun for himself, it seemed. The Greek man could not help but smile warmly at the man’s words, chuckle even. The ruler was demonstrating his power alongside his entitlement. It was a clear show of his most detested personality traits, if Arsenio was to pick any. Even the golden king’s lust paled in comparison to his ego.

There was only a moment in which the mercenary believed that Ramesses would turn Shoko toward one of the Fellahin specifically. It took every ounce of his own restraint to keep from smiling when their newest Mazoi was directed to the queen’s hand. Fortune smiled upon them both, he thought. As if to agree with the king, Arsenio nodded his head.

It was done.

When the ruler had departed, the redstone man fixed his cold stare upon Shoko.

Welcome to Akashingo, Mazoi…

Drawing his head back, Arsenio prowled away into the mesa. On his lips was a merry fisher’s tune.

Last for me as well! ^^