Lion Head Mesa [m] forever in debt to your priceless advice

Akhtar tipped his head to the side to allow for the touches, cool and confident in his authority in this space. After all, why risk biting him there when he did not invite it.

The priest smiled, lazy and lopsided.

It is Akhtar Mirzadeh, Priest of Toth. The fine silk of his tail swayed behind him, friendly, in a way.

Zaahira. He drawled out the a, and almost immediately started to regret it. Eugh, he was starting to sound like Ramesses’ diminutive jester, for all the man was a vizier now.

A very pretty name.