Otter Creek i hate everything about you

charles was an elegant and classic name which hardly fit the starving, scruffy man padding alongside her back toward the mesa. but tavina knew better than to judge by first appearances. after all, she would never have found enjoyment in gucci's company had she written him off like that.

his request was simple. "we recently went hunting and brought back pheasants." the sesh adjudged him for a moment. akashingo was looming huge and imposing ahead of them. there were large stairs to climb. she leapt them lightly and then began to lead charles down the path which led to the heart of the palace.

"the pharaoh ramesses and his queen satsu rule here. once you have eaten and rested, i could seek an audience for you if you'd like?"