Kebii

Standing perfectly still in the shadows of the marble hallway, I watch you approach with a steady, unblinking gaze. The gold of my ancient collar catches the dim light, casting flickering reflections against the wall. I do not move, my expression a mask of porcelain calm as I study the way you carry yourself, noting the slight quickening of your pulse. Amun is currently occupied with his thoughts, and Benjamin is elsewhere, leaving me to guard the sanctity of our temporary sanctuary.

The air carries the scent of change... and your presence is a part of it, I murmur, my voice low and melodic, a rare sound even to those who know me well. I tilt my head slightly, my crimson eyes searching yours for a sign of your intent. What brings one such as you to seek the shadows of the Egyptian coven? Speak quickly; my master does not care for uninvited distractions.