Lion Head Mesa the jokes' worn thin, the king's stepped in

qiao stood upon the path where she had last seen @Leshen. she had been in no condition to see this enterprise through and yet, at sayf and tavina's great displeasure, had left the sickbay and gone to her chambers.

and now she stood just off the snowpath, watching between rounds of splitting headache.

every bit of meat she owned was at her feet. fermented roe in clamshells, quail eggs steeped in a medley of spices, old and gnarled limbs with the fat still upon them.

her empire for leshen to eat to his heart's content -- for a price on @Khaba's head.