Rosewater Oasis Let us treat

Andalib nodded, turning over knowledge to mull over later - at a time where he'd rather tune out the world or walk the stray lane alone. In his mind, the patron god shifted from pure good to something neutral; he supposed, in all things, beings were selfish for one reason or another. Putting blame to purpose and purpose to blame.

Still, he intoned, Of course, Pharaoh Samirseti.

His head was carried a little higher, spine and tail straight, though the latter not without a tiny sway. Andalib was many, many things. But he was not meek; to hear it, to be encouraged by it, it only made him more ready to stand alongside the Pharaoh as his Tah-Elçi - an almost divine messenger.

Andalib's expression was one of the steadfast, loyal and assured. His fledgling faith in Vahanet cemented, at least for the time being. The harshness of sands might grind and slice, but he was yet to know - yet to change or deviate. If only for the comforts of the oasis, or maybe the new extension of his role, he uttered his gratitude. I will remember.

Like a sprite, he waited eagerly for Samir's dismissal, and then as if all the ceremony had meant little to steer him this or that way, he would still light on his feet, young. He would rest awhile longer, and given a second order from Samirseti, he would set off on his way.