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One of the skuttling little creatures, the fellahin, had found him just as he had left the barracks, offering a summons to him from someone named Toula. A princess, which was as unfamiliar to him as a pharoah. Either way, she sounded important.

Aquillius cast a longing look towards the exit of the catacombs, to the silence and comfortable buzzing of his morning training, but he did as requested, turning to follow the fellahin with a short, marching stride. As he walked, he was quick to realize where he was being led. Opulence dropped like gold from the walls, the smell of finery almost making him sneeze.

He believed he rather preferred the musk of the barracks. Unfamiliarity made his skin crawl.

It was only when he was left awkwardly in the doorframe and the little coyote went skuttling away that he looked to the woman who summoned him. Pretty, he absently noted, golden furred with dark lined eyes that made the blues more vibrant. Surrounded by the finery, she made quite the picture.

The eagle-son dipped his head low in greeting, as low as his own pride would allow.

…good morning. He would speak after a moment of thought, unsure of what else to say.