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If Khaba was interested in finding the reclusive Bayek, he could be seen worshipping the gods at the same times, each day. As it happened, the Medjay had just finished his faithful journey. He had been searching the halls of the palace for Prince Makono, eager to take steps toward assisting the young wolf. The Pharaoh seemed to have an eye on his wolves.

The man’s earthen legs were swift, hurried as he passed through the halls. Bayek did not move without purpose in his steps. It was a blessing that Khaba was a hulking shadow of a thing. If he had not been so large, the Medjay might have run into him.

Greetings, Jodai, his rough voice was offered. A small dip of his head. Amethyst eyes fixed to the dark man’s chin.