Luneshale Pass Desafinado

so. the prince knew his name. khusobek was surprised but did not know it. he was a pawn upon a board he would never glimpse. favour granted now could not be counted on as currency later. and yet he was intrigued.

the owlfeather was an omen.

he drank deep and belched, an ear flicking toward legend as she took to the higher sandways. "he will have to find another to teach him a lesson." there was no judgement in khusobek for set-men, but his taste was and remained women.

"it is good to put myself to other tasks, lord prince," the crocodile grunted, and tore at the meat provided.