Lion Head Mesa got me with that feline guise

Nazli had been dismissed for a number of hours to rest and eat of her own time, and decided to take her meal out among the hills. She knew by now the limits to the mazoi patrol routes and would not go far.

She held a little lunch kit in her teeth: a green leaf wrapped around a few pieces of lesser-quality dried meats, the likes of which were not suitable for the royal family to consume. It wouldn't have much flavor to it, and perhaps take the entirety of her resting time to chew, but it would fill her belly.

As she climbed the path up the hill she became aware of the stiffness in her shoulders - no doubt a holdover from her work with the priest-boy. After settling at the apex of the hill, she sighed and tried to let herself relax.