Lion Head Mesa know me broken by my master

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Akhtar turned his face just so, looking past a long furred ear to the woman walking behind him. Then, he looked forward again with a soft chuff of a sound.

It is a joy, to teach. You may not be a pupil to me, but I do not mind sharing in the knowledge.

He was quiet, then.

The storerooms. We seek a plant with red skin, and something of a flower shape at its top. I have seen it sparingly, but perhaps Akashingo collects such in its stores. His claws clicked as he ducked into the catacombs. They would avoid the former Jodai’s cell this way, he knew.

He was quiet again. Only once did he speak again.

I did not have a good teacher. I rectify that by being better than he was. His skin twitched uncomfortably at the thought of the elder priest, at his screech of tone and just how hard he would hit should Akhtar mess up. 

He pushed the memories away. No need for that here, Akhtar. You were far away from that now.