Lion Head Mesa scepter

:D

"go back to your mistress, nazli," ramesses said kindly, and set his lazuli eyes upon her. "she is blessed to have so faithful a servant."
there was warmth in his voice, yes; and a warning, lurking beneath.
he would watch until she was gone, then call for a guard before breaking into a run that exemplified his lithe figure, racing across the red soil of the mesaland.