Lion Head Mesa I'm just a random wolf, looking for adventure

The visiting prince had taken a liking to long walks. When he could escape the eye of his soothsayer, and slip his own guard, that is. There was much to learn about Akashingo and being diplomatic was only one method; Harakhte knew he could learn more if he was in the right place at the right time.
In this case, he came upon a pair of risen voices. There was one body he recognized from the palace halls - and another he did not, who seemed intent to delve beyond the mesa archway. Harakhte happened to be close, and stepped out, in to the strangers path directly.
It could have been accidental.
He felt their shoulders clip one-another, and with a wince, he took a sharp breath. Oh! Who is this, in such a hurry? He was curious, and would play the part of a surprised, shaken royal.