Lion Head Mesa the games gods play

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Word travelled fast about the mesa, and Akhtar was rather good at listening. His paid off fellahin delivered news straight to his floppy ear, and he indulged a lazy smile as he stretched across his bed of furs.

Such violence, even in the days of peace. With the artistry of a dancer, he leaned forward, as someone who might catch their chin in their hand. The dice, his dice, rolled between his paws.

Do send @Khusobek a congratulations on the accomplishment. Such a win is always good for an ego. He did not send a congratulations to @Zaahira, guessing that it would not be well received. The handsome brute seemed like he’d enjoy a bit of an ego stroke. He waved off the fellahin a moment later, rising from his furs with a stretch and a pop of his spine.

Ach-! Oh seven devils he was getting old. He rolled the hip that had popped alongside his back in its socket, quietly cursing until the pain rolled off.

He was overdue for a good soak, he thought. The wellspring was calling his name. Daintily, he went bouncing out of his rooms to do just that.