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Imhotep hated leaving his mate and young son. they were his world but for their well being he was going with Salvia. He wanted to bring back things for Salsola and trade some of his and odessa's goods for things for their young son. Plus he was hoping to see if there were goods from his home land. He had himself been brought through that port he figured since he had come from england. She stood up strait as he finished loading the saddle bag onto Isis. He did not want to for a second time walk across this land on his feet.
he pulled himself upon his horse and smiled as he took off to meet with the others. The sand colored man tried to focus but it tore at him how upset Odessa had been. But he had to he had to tie his bonds tighter to the land of Salsola he had to. He urged the delicate Arabian mare on ward towards where all would be meeting. He could see the wagon and Salvia and her dark brother. He didn't know this man at all other then passing. He dipped his head in respect for both. I'm ready Salvia to serve you on this trip.
He said bowing to her a bit deeper.table by Marie
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