Rosewater Oasis By the power of Ra,

samir’s golden gaze lingers on the man who calls himself merrick.

he inclines his head slightly, thoughtful, his serpentine smile barely shifting. the name means little to him now, but names have a way of growing in importance. like seeds buried in fertile ground. perhaps this one, too, will sprout in time.

samirseti, he finally offers in kind. pharaoh of vahanet.

a soft hum follows, as though he is weighing something in his mind. perhaps tell me—what brings you to these lands?