Luneshale Pass Black moon

“Let it be so,” came his holy writ. He pulled back from the meat and draped himself as if upon a feasting couch to study his company with open interest.

Akashingo was no enemy, it was only together they would build the New Kingdom.

“Would you advocate for destruction, owl? I imagine that would sustain your kind nicely,” his look was pointed. They too were not enemies when each could benefit from the other, indeed a Prince could offer many favors to his counterpart; and a Pharaoh moreso.

“The air is rank with coyote. What can you tell me of their populace here? ”