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ramesses leant forward with a laugh. "they have grown spoiled here, mazoi." at last he stood and swept up the lip of the pool, dripping. he did not stand aside to shake himself, only began the process with brazen arrogance of where sihaya might yet stand.
"there is always a place for such servants here. a tradesman who brings such wealth to akashingo might find himself rewarded with a better title."
satsu had placed this man into his eye.
for what purpose?
pharaoh continued on, not setting his gaze in the direction of his companion for this hour.