Lion Head Mesa fear is the mind killer

Two figures appeared in due time and though they were both small of frame, the contrast in their posture could not have been greater. There was a coy, meek women of crimson and sand. Besides her a strong, athletic warrior of blue slate and charcoal. It was clear as day who held the superior rank… and the familiar sight reminded him of life in The Order.

Sihaya’s large ears orbited forward curiously, eyes squinting to shield out the sun. “Hail,” he called out to them. “I have heard of Samurai and Pharaoh of the Mesa. I seek to join their ranks.” Straight to the point. Sihaya was learned in the ways of diplomacy, and though he had mastered the art of manipulation among the Reverend Mothers of Siahaedra, he sought new ventures where his gender would not bar him from advancement.