Lion Head Mesa War awaited

From what Harakhte could discern, those of Akashingo were devout, strict in their roles, and not all that prideful; though he had yet to meet everyone inhabiting this place, he felt his ability to read people was sufficient. The fact that this man — who introduced themselves as a Neb, no less! — would openly discuss court matters like this was... Interesting. Harakhte did not know if it was trust or ignorance that prompted such a liberal tongue. He would not protest; part of his mission was to gather as much information as he could.
He grinned upon hearing of liberation, of course. It was a good reason to go to war! It was a sentiment that painted Akashingo as benevolent rather than outright violent. The sphinx was about to comment on this when a small man — who he immediately mistook as a wayward child, or maybe the younger sibling of the Hemet-Nekheb — slipped out of the royal chambers to address them with a drawl.
A queer look flashed through Harakhte's eyes; it was an acute surprise, and he stowed it as soon as it registered. A nod to the little man, then. A lengthy title for -- he almost said, one so stunted, or something to that effect, but curtailed that by hastily holding his tongue. —Gucci, then. Much easier. I apologize if we are disturbing anyone.
Still, he would not leave the hallway.
Queen Toula has a kind spirit, sending the strength of her kingdom to rescue her subjects. Were the wolves of the lake an extension of Akashingo? Harakhte presumed so.