Broken Antler Fen grow back your sharpest teeth

words of continued protest die on meseba's tongue as eset uses his affections towards her against him. they melt into something almost bittersweet; asked to turn against what he'd came here to do: see her safely to akashingo. he hates the idea of letting her face the lion's den alone even if she was Pharaoh's.

where was Pharaoh when her husband made his decisions? perhaps they were of one mind ....

but she is quickening away and machiavelli is calling him 'lover-boy' which draws a scowl upon meseba's scarred face that is so freezing it could put the ice of the glacier to shame.

begrudgingly, he follows after machiavelli, harboring no love for the other man and wondering how he was expected to make it thru the journey to akashingo without committing a crime. sakhmet was surely testing him.

we can travel in silence, y'know. meseba offers with equal amounts of disdain; a demand clothed in the sheep's skin of a suggestion.