Lion Head Mesa thirty-second

There’d come no breath of dissent from the shadowed serpent, who hungers for bedlam in all its incarnations. And here it is shown upon the Prince’s face, a man more inclined to act than dither in uncertainty- a man he would serve proudly. In inky impasse he listens on, but every word stokes the flame.

“The usurper will be eliminated, Honorable One.”

Let the Red Kingdom press down upon the lake. Fear is their surest route to loyalty. Pharaoh’s power will be infinite.

“I’ve a little bird stationed on the basin banks. The woman Nazli will be found, my Liege.”