Lion Head Mesa Khonsu

The spice trader looked lively. There was fire in her gaze as she swept about the room, preparing.

Bayek entered and made himself small, taking up no space. He did not wish to intrude on the woman’s work or her peace. His gift was left where she had instructed. Qiao had not lost her sharp tongue. It was good that the attack on her had not caused lasting damage. The Medjay felt distaste for Khaba rise in the back of his throat. Like bile, it sat upon his tongue.

You are too kind, madam Hemet. I came only to check on your wellbeing. Senmut informed me that you were harmed by the Jodai.

Amethyst eyes searched her figure, sharp, careful. He did not linger for long upon her shape. It was rude to oogle at a woman of that power. He was a man of the low ranks.

They seek him. You will deliver punishment?