Lion Head Mesa did you think it was Friday or something?

Mmm, the redstone wolf mused softly, glancing over the crowd with a swift sweep of his eyes and a swipe of his tongue along his chops.

The Fellahin are his, he looked to the Pharaoh with a dumb smile, as if to mimic a child seeking their parent’s approval. They are not to be trusted with your word. After he had said it, he thought of the Fellahin that had visited him, or those he had seen lingering at the Pharaoh’s paws, waiting for a taste of his splendor. Arsenio did not like them much, but Tamar had expressed concern for their safety.

Tamar is good. She is unlike the others. She is-

The guard cleared his throat and shook himself.

She was given as a gift from the Pharaoh to his queen. A woman untouched by the ruler. I’m sure the lady Satsu was deeply moved.

Arsenio laughed loudly, wagging his tail to a guest who had met his eye. He wanted to look less like a brooding corner-dweller and more like a man who was tempted to join the party. When he smiled upon Shoko, his eyes sharpened, and his lips curled warmly.

The Roman is good. His dark little friend is good, but odd. Close to the queen. There may be few others. Not many.