Lion Head Mesa from one place of sands to another

“Then be not a guardsman this day, you have the rest of your life to carry the crook as Mazoi of the Red Serpent,” the king raised his dark brows and skewered a fermented berry upon his claw, all but forcing the thing upon his man before flattening another between his own fangs.

“It’s a long way to the top. I shall see you sloshed and at your leisure by then, old friend.” Such a firm man, and Rashepses loved him for it. But he longed to hear Akhen’s gilded laughter once more. He patted him about the shoulders before moving to advance up the redstone pathway.

“I was sorry to hear about your wife,” the consort raised then in a quieter voice as the fellahin began gathering the kingsguard’s belongings and falling in step behind them.