Two Eyes Cenote A Winged Insect to Your Funeral Pyre

Opaline eyes slipped to the map as the man dropped the feather before Eset, a grin spreading across his maw in a way that could have almost been described as smug. The journey was nothing short of spectacular, a flawless execution if I do say so myself. It won't be long before we witness the establishment of a new trading post, mark my words, he remarked, his tone dripping with self-assuredness.

Ah, I see you've been keeping yourself occupied as well. Busy as a bee, our Hebsut. Won't the Pharaoh be delighted, he observed, seemingly completely unruffled in the face of her thinly veiled skepticism. Could it be you're already planning the decor for the next grand affair? The man asked, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes as he awaited her response.