Lion Head Mesa gilded breath

ramesses smirked and pressed on. "i think you may have to visit him. the prince is not easily motivated. he is sullen. and he is just now able to stand, with supervision. but perhaps aiding you in this architecture might brighten him."
ramesses arched his brow but turned his eyes toward the range of the sunspire. "perhaps you might use the suggestion that the roman germanicus might be prevailed upon to return to akashingo, at least for a time. i would like him to examine your choice of location for tactical retreat and protection."