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ramesses was pleased that he had been correct and pleased that mereo seemed to thrive. "the roman is a tactician. he will give nothing away." pharaoh lifted a paw from the water for belen to preen.
"mereo has many resources then. were you able to gather what he means to do with the outpost?" for it was that, no matter what the latin dog felt about such.
ramesses simply was not a fool and would not come to press his claim.
the fellahin began to groom his ears. pharaoh grinned with pleasure, closing his eyes as a sigh emitted from his lips. "there is a new man here. @Akhtar. he arrived in your absence. he is a priest from my country, and you are a priestess from this one. he is hem and you will be hemet, sacred counterparts and respected by those in akashingo."