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Sorry for the wait, I thought I replied and I fully did not

I am most grateful, Ransem, that you will be the one to keep a watchful eye upon her. Herod smiled, his voice smooth. There are few I trust with such delicate matters, and none more capable than yourself.

The lion’s eyes gleamed with the satisfaction of a man whose plans were already set in motion. Once you have seen to her, I ask that you send word to the swamps. Inform them that we shall return before the month’s end. They have been waiting long enough for our return.

A shadow passed over Herod's features as he continued, his voice dipping conspiritorially, And while you are there, Ransem, do feel free to enter my chambers. Choose any trinket or bauble that catches your fancy as your reward for loyal service. You have more than earned it.

You are aware, of course, that there is an exception, The lion added, his tone cool. The pelts—the silver, the piebald, and the skulls displayed beneath them are to remain untouched. They are not mere trophies, and their value cannot be measured in riches or favor.

Herod’s smile returned, though it was sharper now, more dangerous, as he nodded toward Ransem, extending his silvered paw to pat the other's shoulder with an air of finality. But anything else, Ransem, is yours to take. Let this be a token of my continued appreciation for your unwavering loyalty.