Lion Head Mesa (ap) sympathy butters no parsnips

they moved to escort the lady, ducking their body low and sly, ignoring the sound of the chaos above. jawahir believed the red-coat had earned the attention of the mazoi and was envious of the crowd watching, but they had a job to do, an audience to entertain.

the lady was confused. jawahir smiled.

i am fellahin, but i am the chosen favorite. comes their explanation. their steps are light as they lead the guest deep among the catacombs, following the curve of the tunnel to the wellspring's entrance.

the title is hebsut, but, i prefer jewel as that is what the lord-sun ramesses calls me. large eyes alight with mischief. this here, is one of his favorite places. let me show you.