Lion Head Mesa [m] forever in debt to your priceless advice

And the last from me! Thank u for the excellent thread <33

She escorted him from her quarters, and he would oblige just as easily as he had followed her.

It would be back in his rooms, ensconced again on his throne of plentiful furs, that Akhtar would call a fellahin to him, request fermented fruit brought to him. He would settle on the furs, eat the fruits, but find there would be no rest for him, the buzz of the fruit unable to overtake the buzz of his mind.

And he would burn the midnight oil long into that night, rolling a pair of crude bone dice between his paws.