Lion Head Mesa basium

it was a point of bitter amusement, that germanicus should have been so mistrusted in the mountains, yet as they stood here, it was upon his ties and his knowledge their mission fell.

but a great debt was lodged against his spirit, and it was the girl belen, now the sharpfang silvertongue.

in these halls germanicus had seen much and done little.

the herald's voice rang out: muat-riya isetnofret toula, Beloved of The Red Land, Wife of the Gods, Hemet-Nekheb to akashingo.

he bowed low before the royal girl. "it is good to see you again, divine one." she had been a child princess at their last meeting, and child she still was, yet with no naivete in her. the tactician saw at once how she maintained her calm delight while questioning them. toula did not ask so many questions, and her kohled eyes had taken the regal closed nature that was her birthright and her best approach.

"mereo is no more, though if you wish to re-establish trade in the sunspire, i will assist you."

she glowed with a purity of joy that germanicus did not think was possible in this palace. surrounded by her servants and her guardians, the final daughter of ramesses had somehow been untouched by his evil.

"these are my allies." unnamed, as the eagle would leave that to wren and to akavir. "we have come seeking knowledge of a woman who resided here." 

no more, no more to so many ears. he hoped the young queen would notice his gravid pause, or perhaps the priest.

time now to treat the swiftcurrent wolves to the luxuries of akashingo, which in time turned all heads.