Redsand Canyon This magic spell you cast, this is la vie en rose

she spoke latin. germanicus kept the flicker of surprise from his voice. "non nimis, lady alstroemeria," he answered with a pleasant look.

he would keep her title of respect.

the man indicated the dens nearby. "there is plenty of plebian housing. the den you choose is yours to keep. we live together here," he murmured.

the man stepped away. from the refreshed cache he drew a pair of fat quail. he set this before the matronly woman in quiet.