Lion Head Mesa she is lonely most of the time

As usual, Jakoul was straight and to the point, with few words. She appreciated it more than ever in this land of wolves and dogs with flowing, flowery tongue. They spoke so much and said so little; her old friend's simplicity was peace.

Mazoi. She only vaguely grasped Akashingo's hierarchy, enough to know at least that Pharaoh hadn't made the woman a fellahin, which pleased her.

Was she planning to stay?

I'm so glad you're here, Maegi sighed, drawing close once more. Jakoul, I— She brought her lips to the woman's cheek and admitted what she hadn't to anyone but herself—

I think I'm dying.