Meeting of two bulls? Yueshi's ears at once came forward and folded back. He lowered his head and ran his tongue along his leg, cleaning it of little scraps of meat.

Khonsu was… the moon. Two bulls. The other was Ra. Which one had he determined that one was? The sun? Meeting in the heavens…

It wasn't what Yueshi had wanted to talk about. He might have even spoken some half-truth about his own dilemma, but the subject remained ever on the gods. Setemhotem loved his gods. Did he think of anything else?

Yueshi, however, was very interested in this talk of dark magic afflicting the land. It reminded him… well, of himself.

“I am afraid I did not come to advise you,” Yueshi said. How could he advise a man like Setemhotep anyway? It was why he left. Playing games would only get him so far without the knowledge to fake it, and he was not stupid enough to think he could bumble his way through on sheer luck.

“I have my own troubles,” Yueshi stood up at last, bowing into a deep stretch, “and I don't think you need any help from me.” He smiled coyly and sprang down from his perch, landing with a squelching sound in the mud. It sucked at his paws as he walked towards Setemhotep with surprisingly graceful steps considering the terrain.