Lion Head Mesa Khnum

Yes, of course, come, come.

Kasmut was placated by the girl’s shift in tone. She turned and began making their way to where the fermented fruits were kept. The smell upon the air was sharp, sickly sweet. The pale flower crinkled her nose and drew her sights to Belen with a little laugh.

I do not know if you will serve the Mazoi, she did not like the thought of Belen being special to Pharaoh, though. That is a question you should ask Pharaoh when we go to see him. It will give you something to say to him. Kasmut thought this would be for the best. He would be able to tell the young girl where her place would be in their ranks, who she would serve. If she was intended for only the royal couple, that would be something special, indeed.

Try one, so you know its power. She motioned to the fruit.