Lion Head Mesa Hapi

A voice hailed him. Bayek’s eyes lifted to the earthy features of a woman with dangerous eyes. She was sharp in her appearance. When she spoke to him, her voice commanded without volume.

The Medjay had not met this woman. Her coat carried scents from far away. He had no question for her place in Akashingo, though. The mudbrown man bowed his head graciously to her. Amethyst eyes fell on the items she had been carrying.

Greetings, his rough voice answered. Do you need any assistance?

Dutiful, Bayek kept his eyes trained on the parcel for a moment long before drawing his head up.