Lion Head Mesa War awaited

n ah'm georgia honeys veni vidi gucci. said the little man, exiting toula's chambers. n ah'd appreciate lower'd voices, m'heads a drum 'n' th' hemet-nekheb's in prayer.

gucci had spent what energies he had on that meeting - now nursing some awful headache as price - and had none to spare for flauntin' afore two other men, one of whom he'd greeted in passing as fellow noble, other whom he'd eyed from a distance, questionin' his intent.

taking a spot for conversation between nah-beh-ree-us and hrah-kh-teh ( mostly because he was not equipped for eavesdroppin' ) he sat in a way that conveyed this talk ain't spillin' beyond this hall.

gucci's fine, if this is good company.

'sup bitches