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It was, unfortunately, all to easy to find Meshach. The dark purple lion had actually returned to the Mwezi'Johari lands proper and was living as if he had a right to be here! Dwyllodrus did Not Approve. Which was, of course, why he'd agreed to be the messenger.
Well, not the only reason. Dwyllodrus smiled evilly to himself at the thought of the bargain he'd struck. But that was for him to know and others to find out. Later. Much later.
So far he'd managed to get past all the Rebel guards by informing them snidely that he had been sent by the King to speak to Meshach. None of them had been happy about it, but they clearly had enough respect for authority that he was unharmed and unmolested reaching here.
"Hey, Meshach!" the black lion called out. "I've got an answer for you from the King!"
If they expected ceremony out of Dwyllodrus, they had sent the wrong lion.