Lion Head Mesa I only want to play a little

As if constant patrols along the mesa weren't boring enough, Khaba decided to stay within the palace today. 
Ramesses had stated prior that he was meant to be the pharaoh's guard; thus, it made more sense to stay near the white man.
Only a step or two from the opening to the divine throne room, the shadowed beast sat like a statue, unmoving and tightly bound. His silvery eyes stared forward, lost in a void of absolute blankness. Silence, and nothing but. He was used to it, after all. Silence was his life.