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He is wearing the elegance she sees in nobility, though he does not seem of the desert- disc of eyes gleaming warm and dressed with muted earth-tones. It is in her nature to evade borders so soon after a war but his call is not unfriendly; it is curious. And so she has descended from the high palace into the awaiting sands and the man wrought from it.

He is cautiously attended with a sweep of pale eye before her head dips slow into deferential greeting.

“Welcome. You stand upon the land of Akashingo, reign of Hemet-nekheb Muat-riya Isetnofret, Queen of the Red Serpent. How may I assist you?”