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He hadn't changed a bit. Well, no—he had, but for the better. He'd always carried himself like a king, but now he held the self-assured air of a king with a castle. His own lands. A family, perhaps.

Pharaoh, Maegi replied. Her voice was soft, run ragged by saltwater, barely a breath. Her eyes swept over his form, then onto the landscape behind him. You look well. And your home—

Well, she was familiar with this place. Had been here a few times. 

She sniffed, and canted her head directly north. You're very close to where I was born, she remarked, but kept her eyes trained on him. 

"You ought to be headed there soon—"

What do you call it? she cut in.