Lion Head Mesa Chew you up and spit you out

the hemet’s personal stores had been well tended by @Sayf in qiao’s absence. qiao made note to praise him — perhaps shank of doeling or partridge breast would show her appreciation. 

a shadow’s dark beam raked the entryway. qiao looked upon the man who by all rights dwarfed most of akashingo. among a sea of faces this made him very memorable indeed. his obsidian muzzle and striking eyes made pleasing contrast against the red of her room. well met, khaba. has fall and winter treated you well?