Lion Head Mesa the darkest side of me

"akavir. commanding the valley is not my intention." how tetchy the man was, to give away such a fear. and how demonstrable even in this moment the ability of akashingo to command it so many miles away.

akavir thrummed with violence and demanded honesty. the woman mocked the gods of akashingo and the priest became a piece of crimson marble in return, his green eyes boring into her. even before his eyes she took, a plundering albeit light of what she saw before her.

as she tore apart the couch with seeming ease and no evident malice, senmut dipped his own paw into the sticky mess and began to draw the rudiments of a map upon the floor. "here is akashingo, and here is luneshale pass. this corridor was commanded by muat-riya until as of late."

get out, said plainly his heart, though his face remained a picture of placid composure, a noble addressing two vagabonds who had stumbled inside his superior home.