Two Eyes Cenote Aimless direction bound through

Neither did she know the name. For a life lived bathed in the shadows and lurking in dark corners to serve the Pharaoh and the King, there were few names that went unheard. 

Soto had never fallen into the imp's leeching ears.

Sitting straight, the woman's neck stiffened and eyes firmed into that of duty. "Not that She knows of, no."

Eset was to do whatever needed with the pouch now that it was out of the yaret's own filthy jaws. "She can always ask, if need be. With your word, there would be trust to allow it." 

Job! Job! Job! Job! The imps mind was screeching through mazes of halls and beating back against her skull. Rattling bars. Rattle, rattle, rattle, rattle. She was so close! She was so close!