Lion Head Mesa (ap) I wish you nothing but the gentle kiss of yellow piss.

With the red-coat dealt with, the party could resume.

Satsu was bored in watching it; she did not have the same blood-lust as Ramesses, who had been scorned, and was ignorant to the brash insults the man had shared in her name. She wanted to eat and to drink and to celebrate, for this was her wedding day.

Husband, she murmured in to his ear, watching his entire self be focused on the display of mazoi beating the helpless man, and finding no fault in it. Look, he is dispatched. Our guard superior.

She withdrew from his side then, moving among the party-goers while things went back to normal; she did not wait for Ramesses, who would come in his own time, or perhaps he would seek out the red-coat and deal a final insult; but she did not linger.