Lion Head Mesa پنهان snake in the grass

he was on a mission to rival james bond; keeping track of the goings-on in the arteries of akashingo, eavesdropping on suspicious conversations and occasionally masterfully following persons of interest if he caught on them the scent of milk.

for he was in search of the pair born to maegi, the children that, once the ceremonies are all done with, would formally be his.

but before such undisprovable legality could be achieved, he needed to at least see their faces.

little squishy baby faces.

( it was completely possible this information would be readily given if he asked, but once he'd formulated his spy plan it seemed a bit awkward to throw it all in the trash )

finally, his efforts bore fruit! he watched the very jewel of the palace as they descended into the catacombs, and after waiting a sufficient amount of time, followed after them.

the place was pleasantly cool, but also extremely dark, and gucci was uncomfortably reminded of what usually happened in horror movie basements.

yet he stealthily advanced.

dogtag tinkling with each step.

world's loudest covert operator.