Lion Head Mesa Lighthouse

The woman's comment drew a look from Glaukos. As much as he tried to emulate the Imperator while visiting this arid place, he could not stop the flicker of distrust that came and went upon his own features.

Knowing also that he would be staying beyond the interrogations, beyond the inquisition in to the death of the queen as required, Glaukos had to play nice.

Not yet, he would go on to admit. Something small eased within Glaukos as he said this. He did not like to be waited on but after some time observing this place, he knew that was the purpose of the fellahin and could not rightly stop them from their duty.

Do you dine together? You slaves. He had forgotten the proper word for the service rank in that moment but was unbothered by the replacement, or the tone of his husky voice.