Two Eyes Cenote hard spires

praise which should have lifted those icy spirits only fell flat. he saw no evidence that he had killed one of them; thus he had failed in his aims and cost their campaign a valuable soldier in himself.

loathing filled khusobek. "glory to pharaoh," the jodai murmured, and this time he forced himself to sit up, long groan standing out in the muscles of thick neck and heavy shoulders.

what would @Machiavelli say now to see him so? even uglier than before. for some unknown reason, his dry mouth twitched in a moment of wry self deprecation. "it will be some time before i am able to return to my tasks, Semer-wati. but i will be able to train any new fighters before that."