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a brow was arched as machiavelli insisted upon his identity, but the fellahin soon had much more to say.

"understand i have no judgement of you," the crocodillian intoned into the face of pretty defiance. "i, khusobek, find it impressive you killed so many alone and were able to escape. my role is to discover what danger, or lack thereof, that your presence here might bring to muat-riya. so. speaker of godsmouth. i must ask now who you served."

a lifted paw indicated that the man should sit. they would be here for a while longer, but it did not need to be an uncomfortable interrogation. he too took a seat, cold eyes warming only minutely as they settled upon eset to gauge her reaction.

"knowing who you and they are will help muat-riya to ensure your safety. if you were a holy man in a past life, for instance, i expect an assassination attempt following infiltration. but if you were a slave in this manner, it may be your captors will only demand payment for your freedom."

the broad shoulders rolled smoothly. "tell us everything. leave nothing out. names. places. locales. descriptions. i would personally rather execute these men in the desert before they find muat-riya, or you, machiavelli."