Lion Head Mesa wasteland

The coyote drops. In another life, a far more miserable of an ending for the man.
Mesen-ka is paused to think, tongue rolling between his lips and teeth. Such time it has been since the nights have been spent well rested.

"Perhaps you are on to something, little fellow! A guard's stomach always boils for food." Head lifting, motioning a rise. "I will take a meal in my quarters. Dine with me." He walks up the shadows behind the Fellahin's way to clear them for the night before turning. "Tell me what the menu offers tonight."