Lion Head Mesa cling to his chest, home to his heart full of pride

The Pharaoh was as young as he was, but who was he to question such a thing. Maybe they did things different here.

He didn’t know enough to dispute that.

His single eye watched her, as she drew closer, inclining his head in a respectful dip. For a moment, he was lost for words.

I wish to integrate into the ranks of Akashingo. He grated out after a moment, shuffling in a side to side motion. 

I am called Aquillius, Pharaoh. Aquillius Brutus Redsand. He knew she had been in Mereo at a time, would she recognize the name? Or was this not the sibling who’d been in Mereo? He hadn’t cared enough to learn at the time, and he was kicking himself now for not.