Lion Head Mesa One does not run to reach success, one does not move to spoil it.

All was revealed with no need for riddles. It was a test, a competition. Thutmose would do this work to prove himself. Something he was often used to.

Thank you. Exhaling softly, he dips his head curtly.

And with that, he knew no further words need be said. Turning with swiftness, he departed to begin preparing for his journey.