Lion Head Mesa Khonsu

The Medjay carried moss soaked in water and fruits in a satchel of fur. It was round with its contents and the man could smell it wafting up to his nose as he made his way to the den of the spice trader woman.

Hemet @Qiao, he announced himself, hoping that he would not rouse her. He did not know the extend of the wounds she had suffered at the hand of Khaba. He worried for her. She had not been a difficult individual to speak with. Her mind was much like his own – trained on duty. Bayek cleared his throat before he entered where she would hopefully be resting.

Madam, I have brought you water and fruit.

The dark figure lowered his offering and pulled back the flap of skin to reveal the moss soaked with water and the fruits that sang with their bright scent and filled the air of the room.