Lion Head Mesa but the doors won’t shut until they’re sure there’s nothing left to use

they are said to improve fertility, my king. qiao bowed and stepped back to give ramesses space and time to enjoy the small yet rich meal.

her mouth watered, yet she had been dining well along the trade routes. merchants were generous with their offers, tight with their secrets, and intriguing in all the ways that lit her inner curiosity.

when ramesses had finished his small sample of their future cuisine, qiao spoke. we have a new vendor to the south, who will trade us rowanberries and meats in exchange for skins. and i have learned of two new plants that might help those in our sickbay. the hemet paused, one long ear slanted in ramesses direction. i have been gone a long while, my king. what needs to be done?