Lion Head Mesa sword & jaw

“I do what I must,” A low hiss that dares to refute, “I will not get in your way so long as you are not in mine.”

She straightens, pulling back into submission.

“Understand, I must stay vague. I cannot say who this is from. I cannot afford to have the implications hanging over my reputation here.” A gift like this with his name on it could make her seem a kept woman. Less desirable in the eyes of the nobility. She wanted to be seen for her work here, and not as a mazoi's plaything.

“I will speak highly of you.”

For a moment his look roves, hungry for what she could give. She allows it. The necklace tightens, the stone sears.

He is quick to dismiss her and she is too quick to turn for the archway.