Two Eyes Cenote sand & lapis

a threat, and one that engaged the corners of the crocodile's mind, reaching for that knowledge which he had used in service to another pharaoh.

"who is he?" khusobek growled. he brushed a low stand of stone from any decor and used a claw to lay out a rough illustration of the palace.

"who machiavelli is determines what manner of assassins might be sent. if he has committed a petty crime, they may only ask that he be handed over. but if this is a matter of lineage or royalty, they will seek to infiltrate. additional casualties would be accepted by their standards if so."

this palace was her own. it was her power and her throne. "what bounty is on his head? perhaps it can be paid."