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Fennec knew that Germanicus had mixed feelings about the Pharaoh, and she’d heard enough to get a sense for at least part of why. He seemed exploitative, but she would need to visit Akashingo herself if she wanted to actually know. She also knew that Makono came to Mereo more often, and as the heir, she was as beneficial to them as they were to her.

She also knew that Germanicus had told her to keep the poison. Fennec had been surprised at the time; poison was a weapon of duplicity. The Imperator didn’t hold onto things like that without reason.

There was only one use she could think of, so far. Every other threat he seemed happy to let his soldiers handle, but if things with Akashingo turned, poison would be the only way to destroy their Pharaoh without all out war. Fennec wasn’t sure if she was right, mostly because she wasn’t sure if Germanicus would have the stomach for it. Of the two of them, she was the snake; he was the eagle.

I’m not sure if the Imperator mentioned it, but we do have more to offer than just strength. Especially now that Mereo is moving beyond being just a barracks. I have gardens, and there’s a number of us who weren’t raised with only war on our minds. A slightly sardonic smile appeared.

I haven’t heard much about the Pharaoh. Would he agree? She wanted a better understanding of what the landscape was here. It was one area she hadn’t broached in depth with Germanicus and she suddenly regretted not pressing for more.