Lion Head Mesa Switch my whip, came back in black

a young traveller with pretty mismatched eyes.

senmut had no opinion of mereo beyond knowledge that their involvement in the death of pharaoh had been confirmed.

"this is akashingo, presided over by pharaoh nekubi makono, Chosen of the Red Land and Blessed of Amun-ra."

scout. senmut had become innately mistrustful. "do you desire an audience or simply refreshment on your journey, wanderer?"