Lion Head Mesa Til the break o' dawn

A pleasured look, the one that dances between the Red Prince and his raven. He’s known her long enough to see infatuation in its early devise slithering into her eyes. It’s power, it’s amusement, it’s hunger.

Seth will be once again a man of his word, even if so little a one could be delivered of the desert girl, his raven will find a place to perch, and the mute Rabbit an assembly of tutors.

Business is finished, unless a post-mortem is required he will await his leave.