Lion Head Mesa know me broken by my master

It is through no fault of your own. Merely mine. He shot a single glance over his shoulder.

I don’t see why he wouldn’t. He’s not a cruel god, Osiris. Merely..a guardian, of sorts. He was, perhaps, paraphrasing. He wasn’t the sort to be..avid, about death.

That had always been others. The jester’s odd daughter was a priest of Osiris, if he remembered correctly. Akhtar’s ears twitched, one delicate hair at a time, before he gently sighed out a noise.

I follow Toth, moon gambler, the god of knowledge. I have followed many gods over my life. But Toth is always the one who has..spoken to me, more than the others. For what do you need when you hunger for power, besides the knowledge of how to take it?