Two Eyes Cenote flesh & toil

She hears her name on his voice. A long drawn breath is followed by a soundless release, obedient steps lead to where Khusobek stands solidly in red.

There is something dark and biding about the mazoi, and Eset, repulsed by her own fierce callousness, feels herself stiffen at the sight of him. Poised deference she hopes veils this as she looks into his face silently for a moment and then away.

The hall is stifling.

“How are the accommodations here, my Lord?” The tone is clinical.