Lion Head Mesa For the record, if I don't make it out of here, don't put me down for mummification.

fading here!

Before too many words could be shared, the nebet and Akashingo's recent visitor were sprung upon by Jawahir. 

Ears tilting back slightly, she offered a small nod to the man. My timing was not so grand. An apology; not as apparent, but one nonetheless. 

Pardon. A farewell of her own as she was led in another direction by the fellahin.