Lion Head Mesa I have the honor to be

The red man imparts nothing, but is quick to whisk him away again once the Queen’s attendant is dismissed. The flurry of steps Sutekh is all too eager to pursue, every cursory glance feasting upon the shadowed corridors of limestone, deeper into the land of red. The crown of the mesa is vast and shined upon by the smiles of gods, an altar in its own right rising from the desert’s hearth. Sutekh comes to still before the Vizier Senmut with a reverential dip of nose and a fervent glint of eye.

The grace of a diplomat, but the hunger of a zealot.