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warhorse.

not precisely a title ingram would've given himself but true, he supposes.

but not a trojan horse.

despite that he is uncertain of what will follow this change and where he fits into this puzzle for his accord was with the old pharaoh and his queen ...and toula! he wonders what this means for the princess of whom he had taken briefly under his wing during her tenure in basilica.

it is not for him to know. at least, not right now. first, came figuring out where he stood.

i am a warrior and a priest. a new acolyte to the deathlord osiris. his priesthood stemmed further back than that, from the moment he drew his first breath, even! praimfaya had believed in a form of reincarnation for the commanders and he has heard their whispers all his life.

but that is going back far.

i was the dreadfather of basilica and now i am simply ingram. a king with a splintered crown lain to rest at his paws: a reminder and perhaps a warning.