Lion Head Mesa felidae

The merchant huffs, swinging his paw wildly back and forth. As if trying to rid himself of a fly. Mayet snorted her amusement, ignoring the stink eye she received in favor of looking out over the lake to the distance.

Ignore that group, they’re just bodyguards. He stiffened himself, trying to plaster as much bluster onto himself as the man before them all, but only succeeded in looking like a peacock.

Something very special. That I request to tell to your leaders and your leaders alone. Again, skeptical, Mayet whipped her head around to eye the boy from the corner of her eye. They had nothing on their persons, what could they have in the slightest that would interest royalty?

Her frown deepened, her head swiveling to glare a hole into the back of the merchant’s head. If he could, the man would have broken into a sweat, but he just stiffened further, guiltily.