Lion Head Mesa War awaited

This was a fortuitous meeting to Harakhte, who now held a new appreciation for the tiny man. Mutated as he might've been, he was clearly the kind of person to be easily missed for his size, but crafty with his mind. Those tall ears of his heard a lot, and those buggy eyes witnessed much. By virtue of his wagging tongue Gucci had shared some details Harakhte had not held before: that the vanished queen he had meant to meet was an aggressor more than the little sister.
The name of the traitor — Khaba — was filed away as well.
Gucci commended him for the surplus of bodies available, and Harakhte gave the little man a smile that looked quite genuine.
Yes, well, I was not allowed to leave Akhet without an entourage, his tone was mirthful, jesting at the worries of his pharaoh-father, which helped hide his urge to recoil when the little paw touched him.
—I am sure they will not be needed.