Lion Head Mesa the only thing that haunts this house is me

It wasn't often Sayf found himself with free time these days. It was actually starting to wear on him a little. The hebsut was used to more freedom. He missed seeing others. He missed his giant. How long had it been since he had seen him? He was practically starving for the mazoi, and there was no relief in sight. 

He was close enough to the borders when he heard the call, and he quickly made his way to the stranger. A petite, beautiful woman waited there.

Sayf stopped in front of her and bowed his head. My lady, he greeted. What can Akashingo do for you?