Lion Head Mesa it’s time to hand it over

qiao woke with a hiss in her throat.

the first she remembered was being outside @Makono’s chambers — but it was not there she rested. her head split in pain as she rose, the room spinning away.

she was forced to embrace the ground.

bit by bit the hemet fought back the veil of fog which corrupted her mind. she pieced together she may be in @Tavina’s room; there were scents which caused her head to reel.

qiao called for sayf, but her voice was scarcely more than a whisper.