Lion Head Mesa those who wish me dead, yeah

He didn't seem to hold the same fervor he always had for Sithis, for dreadfather for Basilica. What had dulled him. She wasn't sure how to take it. But she didn't like it. A shadow of his former self.

There was a heaviness to his spirit. Was it truly simply a matter of a child pharaoh?

Before she could say anything a gasp colored the silence overly loud. She blinked at him surprised.

What was this sudden shift. You could if you really wanted too. I can't answer for my leaders Crowfeather and Silvertongue. But is thia what you truly want? I don't take half measures in anything nor will my children.

Lift of queenly head, proud tilt to jaw.