Two Eyes Cenote Reticulated

meseba stands corrected, that poisoning a feast was too easy to guess, that it would be expected. he is not familiar with the world of espionage, of taking down enemies from the shadows ... but instead used to brute force — a terror coming with teeth bared at those who he was fighting.

meseba shifts uncomfortable, jaw clenching as eset declares that she would escort them if their attempt to poison the slavers went wayward. no, the lines of his body etched, speaking the word that would not come from betwixt tightly wired jaw.

he could not and would not defy her but he does not like the idea of leaving her alone with slavers.

could a fellahin not escort them instead? i don't like the idea of putting you at risk, hebsut. he asks suggests quietly.