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samir regards the stranger with a tilt of his sharp head, the glint of curiosity flickering in his golden eyes. he does not move at first, weighing the man’s worth simply by his posture. the mention of siena stirs a faint hum from his throat, a sound neither dismissive nor welcoming, but rather a note of mild intrigue.

with a measured breath, the pharaoh shifts, his long, elegant limbs folding beneath him as he sinks to a seated position. his tail curls neatly beside him, a subtle gesture of poise. a flick of his paw—graceful—bids the man to continue.

speak, then, samir intones.