Lion Head Mesa twentieth

Skippable until addressed!

He stood alongside another Mazoi at the door, though he did not spare the man more than a glance and a nod of acknowledgement. Aquillius was stiff as a board, looking more statue than boy.

His eyes never wavered, though he did note those moving in his peripheral. But he said nothing, reacted to nothing, beyond the sound of a voice calling his name should that occur.