Sawtooth Spire Cliffrose

“Prophetic,” he whispers between them, “Or cruel family jest. In time it may be proven, one or the other.” The gods mock him and a gentle laugh rises in his throat. He shifts to run his spine along a hemlock’s bark like an adder polishing his scales.

A name is given. In his mind the letters trace. Yes, this sybilline man is not without his own prestige, he is Renautus.

“What brings Renautus of Sobek’s Maw to the mountain?” He coils before the desert man again, uniting their twin flames. Sutekh, too, is from arid places, but this alabaster creature is a novelty.