Lion Head Mesa twentieth

As always, Khaba was dutiful. Along with the rest, he would come to the throne room, led by Senmut.

Of late, his presence had been soured. But on this day, here in this place, he would do his best to conceal it. Of course, knowing what would be occurring here, this may prove difficult. But he would try nonetheless.

Facing the throne, he bowed with the court in unison, but did not linger long. Further away from them, he stepped, though still in view of Makono. There, he would sit and wait. His judgement would come soon. Patience, meanwhile.