Two Eyes Cenote Subwoofer Lullaby

“Right this way,” the hebsut leads for the cenote, mustering a calmness when internally she reels. Is this who she is meant to watch out for? This apparently gentle, elegant figure? Whatever she had expected- surely it was not her. But Eset knew power had a way of concealing itself and that no woman should be underestimated.

Instinctively, her eyes search the sands for the distant shape of Khusobek. Where there was one informant, likely there were others.

They found a place to sit within the shade of her meeting room where a fellahin offered their guest water and two legs of hare.

“May I have your name, my Lady?” The hebsut asks as she lowers into a seat.