Meadowlark Prairie have a little priest

He was in the presence of a beloved of Amun, the blessings of Ra upon his shoulders. Akhtar took in a sharp breath at his new knowledge, and capitalized on it with a deep bow of this time. A beloved of the gods, why, he was in the presence of royalty it seemed!

Hail be to you, Ramesses of the Red Sand, and may Amun-Ra smile down upon you. The dog got out hurriedly, before he stood back up again, nervously lifting one front leg to scratch idly at the other.

A great many things, a great many cruel things, leveled against my home and my people. They think me dead, but I have survived. The priest got out around his own fascination with the gold plate man.