Sheepeater Cliff eighty-seventh

Oooooooooo!~ DRAMA!

If Mereo had been burned at the stakes, or there had been a force so powerful as to rip them apart under the nose of Akashingo itself, then it could only have been a god. Maybe a tragic tale between lovers, or friends that could no longer be. Conflict that raged alive the rest of its livelihood, or maybe it had simply been dying time.

Regardless, the imp would see fit that she would begin to pry at the lips of others for a bigger picture, should any know.  It was only the little yarets right.

"Is it more mazoi that Pharaoh may want? From... Outpost?"