Lion Head Mesa Hate [m]e baby, maybe I'm a piece of art

a rolling bullish snort from the passing mazoi. "the prince can be cold, but hard? what has he done to you, girl?"

not a servant. not a noble. a priestess. he knew the cowed, indecisive form of a student with a firm mentor. he simply did not think that small man had it in him. khusobek leant a brawny shoulder against the wall.