Lion Head Mesa Harry Potter style.

Arsenio’s ears pricked at the woman’s muttered curse.

His lips curled into an amused smile. She was surprised at the idea of the Fellahin. The guard narrowed his eyes on her and tilted his head curiously. If she had not wanted an honest answer, why ask the questions she had? The longer he stood speaking with her, the more it felt like Finley was only there to gather information. Suspicion created a mist of distrust in his mind.

Sayf, on the other hand, was perfectly pleasant. He offered a kinder way to describe the Fellahin of Akashingo. Arsenio shrugged softly, as if their specifics did not matter that much to him. Sayf might have been friendly, but there was no trusting the warm figure. He was still serving of the Pharaoh.

Well, let’s not be hasty, Sayf. We do not even know why the lady Finley is here.

Arsenio met her gaze boldly. The man’s features were calculating and shrewd.

Do you seek a home here? Or have you come only to ask questions?