Word Count :: 000Thats fine with me he has a sloppy time line so dates are in the air 
His hair braided he stood in silence temped just to leave. After all he must be interrupting the ebony leader. Imhotep Still fought with minor pains from the low class wounds he had gotten. Most of what he had revived were deep bruises that would take time to heal. His mare she suffered some cuts and damage that he had to wrap.
The silence at the entry way to his leaders home held an eerie feeling. The whole land held that feeling at times but he felt at odds. The loss of one so close like a mate or a child was something that. She would most likely want to be alone but he could not help but want to talk or help her. A voice from within held power a power that compelled him to do as he was told. Opening the door way he moved into the home of the leader.
Looking at her he bowed golden eyes hitting the floor. I came to bring you a foreign trinket He spoke looking back up at her. He was careful not to look directly into her eyes but at her.
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