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From the man came information.

He was a gift, it seemed, from Toula’s aunt. Akhtar didn’t even know she had an aunt! He’s never actually thought to ask (nor had he particularly cared)! He blinked, slow and casual, using the lazy outward appearance to study the man’s outward appearance. He was a fine specimen, and were he king, perhaps he would have thought twice about letting this one go.

He wasn’t though. That thought tasted like sour grapes. He idly noted that he should go get some actual fruits, maybe it would bring him to peace.

Well, well met. I am Akhtar, priest of Toth. A bit more keen eyed now, the dog leaned from toe to toe, before falling back on his pawpads with a muted thump and a small rise of dust.

You appear to have travelled quite some way, mm? Come, come, I will take you to the throne room. His sweeping feather of a tail danced over his haunches as he turned a bit to the side, waiting a few moments, before he would lead the way.