Lion Head Mesa If you’re wrong and there is a hell… then I guess I’ll see you there

The return of his voice distracts her, causing a sharp pull of her skull to look back upon his distasteful scowl.

Nobles not exist to my people. And so she would not see him as such, even here.

I am wanheda, She warns, minding him of his place under her watchful eye. Wanheda speak only to commander of red sands. And none other, be it that he somehow forgets.