Meadowlark Prairie have a little priest

what an odd creature! ramesses hid his amusement, for there was a serenity in the man that he did not himself possess.
"greetings. to what do i owe your presence near the land of akashingo?" he half turned, motioning toward the proud greatness of the mesa looming over the flatlands.
the royal returned his stare to the stranger, searching for any sign that might tell him whatever response was a lie. the guards of akashingo were close; he need only wave them closer.