Lion Head Mesa (ap) Snapped fingers break hypnosis

The ruckus could be heard over the rest of the party-goers, at least for Sayf as he made his rounds with the special berries. It pulled him closer because above everything else he could hear his master's booming, angry voice. He wondered who dared to enrage the pharaoh, especially today. 
So he made his way towards the commotion, berries still held in his mouth. He stopped and offered some to the Redhawk woman again, and this time she took some. As she did, the pharaoh ordered that a man be escorted from the Mesa. The fellahin locked eyes with him then and could see the volatile anger in his gaze. It was not something he had seen there before, at least not to that degree. 

He placed the remaining berries down away from the crowd for safe-keeping and moved towards the golden god. Sayf brushed against him in an effort to comfort him. Thankfully by then the stupid man had agreed to leave. The fellalin stared disapprovingly after the wolf while he waited to see if the pharaoh needed anything.