Lion Head Mesa Harry Potter style.

The woman’s laugh shifted the tone of their conversation. She was no longer a welcome guest.

Arsenio’s gaze narrowed on her, shrewd and cold. Finley then tried to cover up her cackle with a poor attempt at coughing. It was rude. While the Greek did not condone the actions that took place inside of the mesa, that did not mean he would allow strangers to approach the borders and laugh mockingly in on them. All interest he might have had in why she was there had vanished.

Furthermore, he could feel Sayf’s tension at his side. Sayf had been one of the few of the Fellahin who had acted with kindness, with a more genuine nature than the others. He still bowed at the feet of the Pharaoh, but not everyone was perfect. Arsenio had grown tired of their visitor, and he did not want her there anymore.

She muttered some stupid saying before she offered a half-assed attempt at thanks. The redstone guard did not respond to her. He curtly motioned for her to leave and then followed in her path to make sure that she would stay far away from their borders. Sayf had been polite, even after her outburst. Arsenio would not have offered her the same gesture if the Fellahin had not been present.