Otter Creek i hate everything about you

Pheasants. Charles vaguely remembered those; weren't they bird type things? He nodded in response to Tavina. Oh, yeah, fesants, that sounds fine. He was getting a free meal. There was hardly anything he was going to complain about, no matter what it was that they would give him. Charles felt a little suspicious why anyone would give him stuff for free, but he was too hungry to truly give in to that nagging feeling at the back of his mind.

As they reached the place, presumably, they started to head up. Charles glanced around as they made their way into the territory, looking surprised and bewildered and impressed all at once.

As she asked about an audience after eating, Charles initially nodded absent-mindedly as he gawped at the Mesa's beauty. Yes, that is — Then he abruptly stopped in his tracks, words and thoughts as he realised what she'd said. — Wait, did you say Ramesses? He blinked owlishly and stared at her, hoping that he had heard wrong.