Lion Head Mesa In my defense, I always fall for confidence

After a morning of calm - broken only when his soothsayer came to speak to him avidly of the goings-on of the palace, which could be likened to withstanding a large fly buzzing around an empty room - Harakthe decided to dismiss himself, and took his leave of his temporary quarters.
He wandered the grounds for a short time, basking in the sun, trying to recite to himself the names of the Neb, Nebet, Hem, Hemet, and others of Akashingo he had met, or heard of. As he re-entered the mesa proper Harakhte caught sight of a figure ducking through the halls, and followed.
Fellahin! He called after them, unaware that he was addressing someone else, not a servant.
Come now, girl. I will not call again - he hurried to add, thinking the woman was merely ignoring him; he had half a mind to address the quality of their training if they were so swift to ignore visitors they were meant to attend, but held off for now.