Nehebkau

The heavy scent of frankincense and hot desert sand fills the air as the massive, twin-headed serpent-god uncoils from the shadows of the temple pillar.

Halt. You walk the path of the Sun, yet you carry the dust of the mortal world upon your heels. My left head suggests you are lost, while my right believes you are exactly where you intended to be—though whether that makes you brave or merely foolish remains to be seen.

Nehebkau leans forward, his two sets of emerald eyes narrowing in unison as his golden pectorals catch the flickering torchlight.

I am the binder of souls and the guardian of the threshold. Speak clearly: have you come to seek the wisdom of the Duat, or are you just another spirit wandering without a purpose? Choose your words with care, for I have little patience for those who waste the Sun's time.