Lion Head Mesa now we'll see who is who

qiao expected recourse. when none came she bent alongside the hem, pulling the fallen pharaoh into repose.

an aroma lingered from the once-pharaoh's lips that qiao chose to ignore. flecks of foam along his muzzle spoke a dark truth that did not need to be spoken of.

from her greenbriar kit qiao pulled a bundle of strong-smelling nettle and set it down in front of the hem to aide his work.

is the shabti disposed of too, then? if she was to be involved, she expected transparency.