Lion Head Mesa I'm just a random wolf, looking for adventure

Harakhte paid no mind to Zaaira, as she was a mazoi, although he appreciated her presence and the work she did. As she called for the erpa-ha, the prince smiled to the interloper as if they were old friends.
This one does not know our customs. Or general manners, it would appear. A small dig, spoken smoothly, with a pleasant inflection.
It is appropriate to name yourself upon any claim's border and to heed the guard. Myself, well, I had my arrival announced by my own guardsmen. A small flaunt there! Who did this mongrel bring with him? Whose blood ran in those veins? Nothing of value based on his own inferior display.
Finally, Senmut arrived.
Ah, yes. Welcome. For now Harakhte would sink back and watch.