Lion Head Mesa Antallagí

beautiful, little belen. welcome.
jawahir was kind to the newcomer and wanted to make a good impression; but there was also cunning beneath her tongue, a shrewd look passed to the mazoi as he tried to dismiss them.

then, a clucking laugh.
if that is what you wish, but he is in no mood.
would it be wise to let him go? it would be entertaining, but perhaps too dangerous to linger and to see pharaoh turn upon the red man.

the courtesan holds their tongue a moment and decides.
i will take her to the alcoves. the lord-sun, he is otherwise occupied with the queen currently. jawahir would not divulge anything. let him wonder, let him take his own chances with the rage he would find there.

drawing away from them both now, jawahir looks to belen. come, come, let the man return to his work.