Luneshale Pass oil & stone

khusobek had no reason to trust in another ruler. the last had put him aside without fanfare. a muscled paw worked riverwater up one of his biceps as he considered rashepses' open suggestion.

the crocodile had been too long behind palace walls not to understand the tint of their conversation. his polar eyes steadily watched the nightprince, and at length he grunted, "there is always a price for a pharaoh's favor."