Lion Head Mesa i threw a brick right through the window

senmut had heard the whispers of course; they corrupted his sleep and darkened the smudging of exhaustion beneath his eyes.

of her he was greatly aware, and so when he heard the servant's tread upon his threshold, at once he rose. he moved quickly enough to only see her turning back, sides softly rounding in obscenity.

looking down as he trod upon something, he spotted a familiar object, and hefted his own amulet in one paw.

"nazli?"

his voice was wondering.