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

leshen arrived in a loose gait. qiao bowed her head in greeting, offering for his eyes the long gash that snarled across the back of her skull. 

she gave him time to inspect before she stepped back, eyes ablaze. this is yours to claim, she gestured to the stock at their feet with a wizened paw. half now, half after the deed is done.

she set back on her heels while her head throbbed. his name is khaba. he is tall, likely the largest thing you will find on the trail. his fur is black, eyes silver, with silver markings along his chest and spine. you will know him by his arrogance. she took in a breath, feeling fatigue threaten to take her. it’d been a great hardship dragging these wares outside of akashingo’s walls. he has fled akashingo for his crime. kill him, bring his head to me, and i will return with the second half.