Lion Head Mesa Wishing You the Best in the Worst Way

Semer-wati ceased the ministrations, rolling up from his stone couch to stand at full cocksure height above the cur. This was yet another failure of the hebsut to reign in Muat-riya. This was yet another reason why the Gods shake the foundations of Akashingo with the voices of anger.
“You have the folly to ask your king to teach a servant how to serve,” the glimmering arrogant eyes gave one more sweep, then Semer-wati wafted the insolent face away like he would a pesterous insect.

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