Lion Head Mesa Man, know yourself… and you shalt know the gods

Thutmose thought it amusing to watch her partake in the rich wines offered. It was a reaction so similar to his own upon tasting it, which led him to believe this was the first taste she'd had.

Where you have been taught to know these formalities, my childhood differed. I lived purely as another soldier-to-be as a child, where–so others were not permitted to show me grace or mercy in the way a commander's son was born to. Respect is earned this way, for I was only heir once my worth was proven. He goes on to explain, marking the ways of his upbringing. 

This mentality stuck with me, I suppose, as it did the others. I knew only my direct superior, my father. That was as far as our formalities went. Or as far as they would let be shown. More was never truly needed for a soldier.