Talk:Pharaoh/@comment-122.108.81.194-20160522093000/@comment-174.88.64.227-20160524162512

I stare at her for a bit until she stops running her fingers. With that done, I ask for water, to which she goes to take some. While she's doing that, I take a piece of paper and a pen and write a letter about how she should look for a more suitable person rather than a rabble from an exiled town. I then lay the letter on her bed after fixing it and leave through the window, just as she turns the knob.

I return to the desert, hoping to find a semblance of purpose, or die trying...