Lion Head Mesa Chew you up and spit you out

Traveling. Merchants. Praising the gods— things he cared not for.

Silent upon the other topics, he waited for the ending question to come from the woman's lips.

"What is it you require from me, Khaba?"

Was there even anything?

A barren face, ears tipped at the corner. Nothing in truth, Lady Qiao. As jodai, I merely felt it proper to make my face known to new, and returning bodies of Akashingo — in addition to being sure you are aware that I am present, should you need me. Though, there was only so much he had to offer.