The people of Satriya did not speak like this. Did not move like this. Did not come by such names! And Hotep had not been an agent of Khonsu in his old life, but of what he knew of gods in general, and the one he had served most particularly, none of these things seemed in alignment, either.

He did know what he had seen, the night of the man's arrival. And Khonsu was a god who traversed ages, so perhaps a... puplike energy was fitting for a being in service to the moon. If Yueshi was indeed what he claimed to be, of which there remained some uncertainty.

I imagine it should be hard to live alone, even for a prophet. Hotep replied mildly, finally reclaiming some sense of inner calm as the surprise wore off. Shoulders loosened, his eyes cast down to the collected bones. He recalled the mazoi's mention of a scavenger, and wondered if he had found the source. Were he recognized as a priest in Satriya, Yueshi would be waited upon, and want for little. I have eaten lately already, though I thank you for the offer, Hotep replied, but approached. Carefully. What is it you desire to know?