Lion Head Mesa Nefer

Delivered, not by any deity of the sky, but a godhead herself: the divine Queen Toula.

Gods what a mess. An even-temper is kept by her doctor, one she is grateful for as her own rugged voice is quick to shame, “I must seek forgiveness.”

“I am called Eset,” she introduces. “I have traveled many miles to reach here. Word has spread through my pack that a kind Queen ascends to the throne of Akashingo. I offer myself as her servant, if she will have me.”

She speaks no word of Shuyet, or her role as a serf runaway. She was not so naive to believe a kingdom would offer asylum to a frail refugee, even when helmed by one well-meaning.