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Thank you, Belen. My name is Briar. His response is mechanical. Programmed with what he knew of proper manners. To her, his eyes would soften in appreciation. It would be veiled once more in a passing breath.

Belen, what all is expected of a Neb? The responsibilities, I mean. He knew it was only a matter of time he would be called upon by Pharaoh, but the man had observed there was much to do by the fellahin. Preparations for some grand venture based upon the words that met his ears.

Briar quieted for her to answer as he reached for a sample of the grouse. Chewing the meat was easier without her simply watching him. It was something he realized he brought onto himself, but he would not wave her away. He would have to overcome his discomfort, or at least learn to hide it well.