Lion Head Mesa to have peace, there must be strife

I wish not to give that impression of myself so soon, Thutmose chuckles at his comment, slowly eyeing the assembly of food again.

If I were to be pharaoh, then my title as commander would be that alone — a title of inheritance and distinguishment, but nothing more. As I said ... my focus would remain here. Hesitantly, he reaches to taste the wine. The flavor captures him, distracting him for only a moment. But as for what can be offered ... the faction is one of strength. Protection can be provided to the mesa, when needed. Tutors, also, for those who mean to be soldiers here. I imagine there are other riches undiscovered in our land also— 

Taking to the wine once more, he relishes the taste, entranced by its sweetness. He had never enjoyed such a delectable substance, and was now far too eager to shy away. Your fellahin certainly have talent. It has been many moons since Akhsounu has had such delicious a drink.