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

He took the offered bird, eventually. This man was calculating; that's what Nazli presumed, anyhow. The way he peered at everything and took his time to move about was a little bit unnerving. The lack of verbal cues left Nazli feeling quite awkward for a moment, but she was swift to adapt. Not everyone that the servant aided would speak their mind as openly as the princess.

The mazoi motioned that she should follow, and so she fell in to step at his heel, eyes averted as was the custom. This was the first time Nazli had been welcomed within the heisha - the barracks where the warriors slept and trained.