You should know the name.
Priest Seto! I know! You’re one of the pharaoh’s must trusted priests! Everyone in the kingdom knows that, come on now.
“I’m pretty sure I just told you I’m not a priest, and I’m pretty sure I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about. Tch, pharaoh? Kingdom? Get real.” Cerulean lagoons panned about the area he was currently stationed within, only to come to the conclusiveness that what were once ruins—within his realm of time—were now restored to fruitful brilliancy. Chocolate arches knit inward in pure distaste for the momentary realization.
Throughout the duration of this occurrence’s entirety, analytical, optical processing would befall unto the other from the jarred dual doors of one hierarchy statured male’s office. A scoff whisked onward, expelled through aerial filtration of one’s lungs. “Hmph..”
