Lion Head Mesa Revenge is a tall order, Baby get it done

machiavelli.

his heart reeled, his spirit sickening. senmut's paws tightened upon the bedclothes. "do you remember how many? and how far from the palace you were?"

he tried to think of it, tried to consider how close to akashingo this conflict had come.

he was no warrior. he was no captain. and yet the defense of akashingo fell to him, and senmut was moved. "i will send patrols for him," he promised, voice more hoarsened than he had expected.