Valley of Gold the drake

"i am vahanet's alay-basi, nectanebo. sword of the pharaoh." his tongue slides across his teeth, lip curling in warning, but he remains otherwise calm. collected.

"this kingdom is not yours to roam. choose your words carefully, boy. you would do well to remain respectful." he stands, towering over the wiry male below him with a huff. he will not guide him straight to samirseti's grounds, however...

"come with me if you wish to eat and drink, boy. if you do not follow, or if you run, i will catch you. know that you will not survive a fight with me." he glances over his shoulder with a wicked grin, red eyes shining with thinly veiled violence. he is a man who craves a fight, who will run toward it rather than away. this scrawny stranger had best be grateful he is still in one piece.

there is a stream nearby, with clean water to drink. it is not as pure as the water within the oasis, but it is enough. for now, it is all nectanebo will offer.