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He would lead the man of distant deserts into the red stones and land, his ever bobbing tail a beacon to be followed. Akhtar thrives in this, he thought privately, proudly, of himself. The sand, the heat, why had he ever left.

You will go

I will go

Ah right, that.

He would come to a halt just outside the throne room, hailing down and speaking to a fellahin passing them by for them to announce them to both Senmut and @Toula , before he would settle against a stone wall, one shoulder leant against it.

His eyes, now dark in the shadow that swept over the rock he leant against, still watched the man, even in the unsettling blackness that brown had become.