Lion Head Mesa and the rights that they abused

The woman spoke to him in a way that reminded him of the Pharaoh. He didn’t like the fuss; he’d said it over and over. She spoke like she belonged at the head of the table, beside the ruler with her sharp eyes. The words she shared suggested that she had been sent by two different people.

Imperator? the shadow echoed back to the woman. I’m- I’m- Sorry. Please come in and, uh… be comfortable. Crowfeather motioned with a single swing of his muzzle to his chambers. He didn’t want the woman – Qiao – to stand awkwardly in his doorway.

What is it that Ramesses needs?