Luneshale Pass oil & stone

Rashepses watched the man emerge from the riverside in thready offense. He would be remiss to lack common ground with the mazoi, but there would be casualties, and not just a few. Peace did not have to be won at the end of a battle with his princeguard, for the sake of Ma’at. Rashepses himself would not serve as an arbiter for infighting men of a high rank. Each of his constituents were to function as one of Aten’s rays. They would be affixed with their proper dues. Resistance would only impede the riverprince’s plan for progress.

“You call yourself a servant. Is that what you wish to be? Siatum is my confidant. He reaps all the prestige and wealth the title offers. Consider it, mazoi.”

It was just as well if the warrior would not come to terms with Siatum’s standing, then another would. His drinking resumed, as would his forage for information.