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Mazoi was not a word he knew, but he pocketed this as he'd stored many tidbits during his time here.

I do not judge, he clarified. His scouring of the hallway ended there, as he turned to look pointedly upon the woman. They looked to be of good health for all he could see, but small, and so he presumed many things.

You have the look of those fellahin that are always running around. I presumed that was your role here. A blink. You call yourself a mazoi, is that somehow different?

Perhaps those that the pharaoh tired of, or in some manner used up, were relegated with guard duty.