The Medjay had worshipped at the princess’ shrine for Iset. He had made his offerings to his own shrine to Amun. The day had been productive for his faith. He felt satisfied when he stepped away from their places of worship and into the hallway. The dark figure moved quietly through the bustling hall, eyes wavering from one direction to another with small interest.
Out near the alcoves, Bayek lifted his intense stare to the figure of @Charles. He had seen the man around Akashingo. There had been spars had between the Neb and some of the other Mazoi or Jodai, he was not certain. There was some talent in him, something that could be adapted to sharpness and strength.
Out near the alcoves, Bayek lifted his intense stare to the figure of @Charles. He had seen the man around Akashingo. There had been spars had between the Neb and some of the other Mazoi or Jodai, he was not certain. There was some talent in him, something that could be adapted to sharpness and strength.
Neb Charles,Bayek greeted in a rough voice. The figure drew close to the rear of the other man. His head was dipped appropriately, amethyst eyes averted.
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