Lion Head Mesa kitna

satsu. belen. 
ramesses hummed to himself with great humour as he turned down the corner to the wellspring. it would have to be cleaned come spring, but the pine had fermented. the flavour was great and overwhelming, the liquor proving to be weak. yet it would do its job well.
fairly reeking of pinewater, ramesses sang his way toward the apartments of the queen, hoping darkly for a lustful diversion to cross his path and sharpen his hungers.