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The shadow’s cheeks burned red with embarrassment.

To begin, Crowfeather was surprised that he had missed the way the strange man spoke. His words were formed in a way that was unfamiliar and melodic. The seer thought him quite extraordinary, in this way. Not only did Gucci form his words in a way that was flattering, but he did with a tongue that was dripping with southern honey – heavy and slow.

Oh- You- You don’t have to say all that, Crowfeather muttered quietly.

They were both Nebs in the Pharaoh’s court. The dark figure did not want Gucci to think that he was any more special. Ramesses did enough of that for the whole of Akashingo.

How have you been, Gucci?

The shadow stepped into the room and plopped to his rear, just a short distance from where the show dog was stationed.