Lion Head Mesa a thing of beauty is never perfect

Stolen away from his thoughts of curiosity, someone approaches, soon speaking words of greeting.

Prince of their homeland, and Neb of Akashingo. 

Neb Naberius, He greets coolly in return, expression rather quizical as he studies the man. I am Thutmose, Then a reciprocation of his own name. His titles were cast aside, as he had no interest nor intention to wander about repeating whichever ones he carries along the way. Offering a simple name should have sufficed.

Yes— I suppose it is high time I met few others. My bouts of introduction have come slow.