Lion Head Mesa You left town to live by the rifle.

Remembering herself a moment later, beneath the gaze of the giant, Nazli shrank back and in the motion she placed down the bird.

Licking her lips and wanting to curl up snail-like within herself, it took a real effort to focus on her task.

Sir, I — this is for you, um, She made a motion towards the bird which now looked tiny and inadequate for the man, mirroring how Nazli felt of herself.

The princess, Makono, sent me to ah, service you. I mean to be a servant, to -- do as you request, if there is anything you need. She stumbled more and more over her words and hoped it did not reflect badly upon the princess.