Lion Head Mesa I. Hebsut - Erpa-ha

do you not? there is something akin to alarm in zaahira's voice. a priestess was murdered, the amiirad disappears, and now this? they are spitting on us! i fear this could be the doing of a scorned royal, angry that she could not usurp the throne.
or, and now the jodai looks to legend, the thoughtless, meager little thing. at least she does as she is told. it could be multiple conspirators. i do not know. in my search thus far, i have hardly yielded any leads. the coyotes are stubborn.
with all due respect, nothing remains of the fabled mereo, her brows furrow, tail twitching catlike against her heels. the mountains are all but deserted. it is no use. i believe we should speak to our allies and see if they will loan us soldiers, or recruit elsewhere.
now the guardian was growing frustrated; anguish burns tight in her chest. again, again; she did not want to speak the name! do you think it could be greatwater lake? khaba, or zharille's doing?