Lion Head Mesa the deals we made to shake things up

there the pharaoh sat, indulgent as a fat cat while two servants plied water across his pale hide. a smile lingered across his lips, coy and dangerous.

qiao bowed her head in humble greeting. i found mereo receptive, if cold. the herbalist withdrew a quiet breath before continuing. i met their healer, and a few of their militants. if they have any design to move upon you, they shielded it carefully from my eyes. you were right, they believed me a spy -- but i wanted for nothing while within their keep.