Lion Head Mesa all's well that ends

that i would do whatever he bid. trade spices, deliver children, kill whoever he wished. qiao answered this simply, for it was the truth. while her errands had largely been in securing trade routes, qiao knew she had been underutilized.=

it took a creative pharaoh to see qiao's assets weren't in spun furs or stocking herbal caches.

qiao did not bask in the compliment, but she acknowledged her appreciation by keeping her eyes and head lower than makono's. it would be improper of them to speak as equals. she knew this, and kept her posture humble. i am the crown's to do as the crown bids, divine one.