Lion Head Mesa those who wish me dead, yeah

well ... yes. ingram admits with a half-sheepish grin and shrug of shoulders. the fact that he'd been trying to be kind was rare.

i do not think so. ingram murmurs confidently. he cannot say what had killed the prior pharaoh, simply that very shortly after his arrival — if not during it — he'd died.

i like to think if that was the case, we'd have been warned. but then again, he couldn't pretend to know for sure. would the childpharaoh have bothered to mention if ramesses was sick? if it was contagious?

she's a child, ash paw. like being lead by one of my shadowchildren. she was about their age, after all. it does not ... feel good. was this Osiris' whispers poisoning ingram's brain? his inability to handle authority? or because he didn't like the massive change. he thought and had accepted he'd be beneath ramesses' and his queenwife's rule, after all.