Lion Head Mesa eighth

Reyson did not lose his neutral stance, or even the look upon his face. He simply listened. He had never had time for Priests. They always had more to say than they knew about and nine times out of ten, when the spoke to soldiers they had no idea what to say, because they had not been in the bowels of hell and stood fast with blood to their knees.

Reyson furrowed his brow, unsure why it was a question. If he knew the princess as well, then he would have known she had just been on a envoy task to his people and his pack.

She just spent a time in our borders, learning of our soldiers and our ways. You realize they are allies yes? And that bonds are cultivated. We offer protection and detail, Akashingo offers trades and knowledge?