Lion Head Mesa seven foot frame, rats along his back

Her lips firmed in a straight, flat line. Then I will live, she repeated, though her voice lacked much conviction. At the end of the day, no one could keep her from determining her own fate—Ramesses and gods—any gods—be damned.

I lost many loved ones in that forest, Maegi murmured, shaking her head. I don't want to visit again without a purpose.

Like to get more poppy seeds. But that was neither here nor there.

She let Blackfeather Woods go, for now. A noble, she said. The grin found both sides of her face once more. What would that entail? She supposed she could play the part for its perks, even if she didn't feel all that worthy.