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

He would walk beside the Pharaoh with a suspicious eye for just a moment, before he let the look fall away.

Mereo is not either. He thought of Lady Aquene, of others like her. The Plebians of Mereo.

His face soured.

I intend to expand upon it. I am not my father, it would be foolish to copy everything he does. He did not have the weight to throw around. He learned that the hard way.