Lion Head Mesa sunlight sadness

Both? He had already forgotten about Jakoul; she was a figment of his heat-addled mind previous to this moment, but having the man mention another gave Raimo pause. He didn't think long about it.

When I am able, I would like to meet the other mazoi. He wanted moreover to ask about the origin of the word, or what precisely was the difference between that and the fellahin (although Raimo had discerned that one was a warrior-type by now, and the other was an attendant of some sort); he was increasingly curious.

I am... I was, a hunter too. Once, in another life.