Lion Head Mesa and not just the muse

Fade!! Thank u for playing with these emotionally repressed babies with me

Travel swift.

The words floated into his ears from behind him, and they were acknowledged with a crisp nod from the doorway. Then, he marched away.

He would return to his quarters for only a second. To gather the pelts and gently lay them outside the door for a fellahin to take, as he did not know if he would be back.

Ever, really. Aquillius knew what he was doing, at the end of it all. This could be suicide.

He would be seen only an hour or so later, galloping out of the Mesa towards the west, swift as the wind.