Two Eyes Cenote sand & lapis

"i fear there is more truth to be known. there are very few reasons someone, even a serf, or slave, would be pursued so very far. if he killed a few mercenaries, well. such jobs are paid for such reasons."

but khusobek did not dwell here. "it might be worthwhile to know their price. goods muat-riya can pay. but those who keep flesh tend to demand it in exchange." and the kingdom of toula would not be known as an empire of slaves.

"alternatively, invite them here. give them succor. offer them pleasures of the palace. poison their wine." a broad, dark smile climbed the crags of his hard face, for hatshepsuun had asked this of him more than once.

"we will post a sentry atop the cenote. i will take a second watch in the mornings. you may find it worthwhile to find a taster for any of his meals. not you, eset," the mazoi added with a flash of glacial eyes. he knew nothing about machiavelli. but he knew that their gilded kingdom had dire need of the hebsut.