Lion Head Mesa it's hardly sink or swim when all is well if the ticket sells

oh, he’s not well met at all, child. qiao dusted the last of clay from the withered skull and strung her braided torc through eye socket. with her teeth, she looped the green brier back on herself and looked around her.

ruin.

and a girl missing an eye.

in some other time, pity might soften her enough to offer some measure of comfort. she knew the girl ached in mind and spirit.

the skull clanged against to’lang. qiao’s ear turned to the overworld’s whispering current. she listened a long time.

finally, she spoke again. do not make the mistake of leaving owed debts unpaid.

they take from you an eye? is small thing. show them the cost of eye is their life, nothing less. show them teeth, girl. never forget how much you are owed.

that would be all safiya of the red sands would get from the crone. hiking her to’lang up her shoulders, qiao shook the dirt from her paws and began to leave the ruins of akashingo.