Lion Head Mesa Medjay

The woman who had greeted him spoke of the Pharaoh. The Medjay understood that he had come to the right place – the place that had been spoken of by the wolves of the sand. Bayek was pleased that his long journey would come to an end.

Queen, the brown figure dipped his head in a show of respect.

Why he had arrived at the steps of their home was a complicated subject. The stern figure did not want to reveal much of his plans. He hunted very specific individuals and he had only heard whispers that they may have found a place among the Pharaoh’s ranks. It would not do them any good to dig up such gossip.

Are you accepting fighters in your ranks? I have come to serve.

Simplicity would serve him best.