Lake Bismuth I’m shipping up to Boston.

samirseti’s gaze lingers on the woman before him, her protective stance and sharp tone not lost on the pharaoh. his golden eyes flick briefly toward the boy peering over her back, a faint trace of amusement tugging at his lips.

you guess well, he replies smoothly. his tail sweeps behind him. the jewel lies nestled beyond these dunes, where Ra’s light graces vahanet’s heart—a place of peace, of purpose.

he smiles, thinly. you and the child should visit us sometime. we are always blessed to honor the arrival of guests.