Redsand Canyon proximus

germanicus braced himself with a brief pacing step.

"when i asked you to keep it i was not thinking of pharaoh. at the time, perhaps. but i felt there would be a time when i needed to know its properties."

and the time was nearing.

the crux of it was that it was not pharaoh's own deeds which had moved the imperator but the words of the greek man.

but he did not want to delve into that now.

"suppose i took two men and entered the palace at night. killed him and those who stood with him." he snorted lowly. "then i would only be the killer on the paywatch of a new pharaoh."

it must be poison.

"what kinds do you have, fennec?"