Lion Head Mesa It's always gonna stay the same

The palace remained one of Glaukos' least favorite places to have ever visited. It made sense to him that the pharaoh would favor vermin as his subjects, given that they could squeeze in to the most inhospitable places.

He took to watching as the fellahin went about their daily tasks. Sometimes he would catch them standing around but it was rare; so in this case, as he came upon the mazoi where they were stationed, he gave them a scrutinizing look.

To him it seemed suspicious. Glaukos did not know everything about Akashingo and its people, however. He had no knowledge of their combat readiness, for instance — so to see this waif milling about was, in his mind, something unnatural.

He leisurely (or as leisurely as a claustrophobic giant could manage within the tunneled hall) moved to a spot adjacent to where the fellahin was standing as if he meant to guard the opposite wall, and peered both up and down the corridor.

You one of the lazier of the slaves, then? Glaukos murmured in his puerile attempt at conversation.