Arrow Lake infidus

A fight perhaps—he had expected. An emotional battle for the affections of the three-legged Crowfeather, perhaps—

— What Germanicus revealed was a ticking bomb of emotion, and Akavir could feel himself begin to choke on it.

There was a buzzing in his ears—a faint hum and he felt as if he was drowning all over again. Lilitu, within the ranks of a man who pulled women in purely for his pleasure.

And Germanicus… “You placed her into slavery as if she were a toy?”

Deadpan. He could not even begin to think—suddenly, though, he found himself standing next to Wren, that knot of worry he held when leaving the creek worming it’s way to his chest. “Is the Pharaoh alive? Have you heard of a girl named Lilitu?”

The unraveling of Silvertongue was no more—and like bitter acid, he felt a disgust for the man before him. Does your lover know what you did to her? But he could not press it--not yet.