Lion Head Mesa Medjay

It was a woman who answered his call. She did not travel alone, in fact. There were a few who accompanied her to the edge of their home. The Medjay, though stiff, was respectful in his posture. His dark chestnut tail was tucked lightly between his legs, unwavering in its position. The length of his ears stood at a point. The man’s snout was pointed downward, and the amethyst of his eyes fixed to her chest.

Greetings, his deep voice sounded, no louder than it needed to be.

I am Bayek of Siwa, Medjay to my people. This is your claim?

Bayek’s eyes shifted to the mesa, brushing past the Fellahin that accompanied the woman. They were not his concern. It was clear from her posture that she held some command.