Word Count :: 000 they are speaking ancient Egyptian and Arabic, they are closely related so.
Imhotep had no focus as he walked he oaid no mind to anyone just the task ahead of him. He must move on get the stuff and get back. His nose was still sore and dried blood. He rubbed his nose and sighed as he looked at the ground.
As he walked he was lucky to not walk into people, he was taught to avoid eye contact and not to talk to anyone. But for once this not looking where he was going got him in trouble. bumping into the woman he did not see he stumbled and looked at her. He collapsed on the ground. "Please forgive me. Do not beat me I'll leave right away." He said face in the ground not looking at her. His tan red fur blending into parts of the sand.
Glancing up for a moment he looked back down. Why wasn't he running he could be free? Was he stupid or did he enjoy the abuse?
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