Luneshale Pass fifty-first

A grand feast is being held. His station has been only temporarily released. Even so, never far were his eyes from Rashepses. Siatum was also a master tactician where he was not. Still, he is on guard.

But for a time, he is allowed to unwind and enjoy simple festivities. Light wines and meals for an adjusted palate. He's upon his stomach on a high post, making light laughter and surface level involvement with commonfolk.

A prince seeks someone's hand, two mazoi converse, a silver fellahin allures, a woman and her child speak. There was a welcoming woman, and a third mazoi slipping through shadows. A man watches. He's also watching.

It won't be for long, but he will enjoy the simpleness for now as a normal man.