Valley of Gold bone & wine

no one had ever referred to khusobek as a coyote before, and it remained to be seen how the man would take being spoken to as anything less than a wolf.

a cursory glance of the icewater eyes took them in as a pair, and only because decorum demanded did he not allow his stare to linger.

"your family has chosen a camp near to the second palace of our pharaoh. akashingo controls the flatlands through the pass, through the cenote, with scouts in all surrounding areas. no one moves without the knowledge of pharaoh isetnofret @Toula and her Gilded Consort and semer-wati @Rashepses."

it was enjoyable to speak of the power he served, though his tone had lost its forcefulness. "i am certain she will be in contact," khusobek murmured, straightening. "in the interim, as you are new to these lands, we will patrol between here and the cenote, and relay any threats to you."

it was not a request, and khusobek felt himself to be very generous as he tipped his head to the medeiros folk and stepped back in indication that he would depart with ironspine unless more was said.