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warrior to follow him through the vast halls of the palace.

He would take him outside to the palace gardens, in the Pharoah was sat on a chair by a pool of water, watching the birds within it.

"Good morning Tyros. I hope you found your lodgings welcoming."

It would be at somepoint in the early morning the servant arrived, unfortunately he couldn't speak any Greek. However, a simple meal had been prepared, a mix of fruits, a small amount of meat, and a flat bread.

Once that was finished, the servant made some kind of signal that the he wanted the >

centre of the palace sat his throne room.

Tyros was, as a guest given a room with his own servant if needed for anything.

little humble about it, and his visits seem to come with gifts.

When it came to the palace itself, it was a vast complex in a city that seemed to sit directly /within/ the river. Inside the place was managed by staff too numerous to count, a dozen priests seem to line different shrines. At the >

With that much settled, the Pharaoh returned to the throne, and off they seemingly went. The throne carried by a few dozen servants, stopping in various towns along the way. If it wasn't clear to Tyros before now, it's on clear display he is seen as a god amongst these people.

He's at least a >

service."

either could be true or both.

Regardless, there wasn't much left here for the Pharaoh to see, but he wasn't about to leave him here.

"Tyros, you will accompany us, as my guest," from his tone he wasn't exactly offering, more expecting him to accept, "regardless of who you are, you have done us a >

"For all of their claims of military might, often news of their commanders cowardice reaches us,"

The part that none could entirely get their head around was just where exactly he came from. A lot of dead at his hand was unique and raised questions, but this man wasn't from here, or was delusional>

but were dismissed as he continued his focus.

"Tyros, you are aware that your actions here may bring some, if not all of Mino's cities into this war, or war with each other."

electing their multiple consuls and having them chose who rules for life." he shook his head, before turning to the captain and saying something, who then seemingly shouted an order and caused the men to spread and secure the wider area.

Questions seemed to be raised by the priest and the servant >

The note was taken, and translated aloud for all to hear, there was the odd noise of discomfort from some of the guards, and something was said by the captain.

"Those from across the sea believe that hold the only truly equal society, yet was it not Minos who crafted democracy? Yet they twist is, >

truth of your words."

The monarch's gaze turned to the bodies, then back to him,

"The wolfmen of the far north are new here as well. Their fur does not suit my lands."

turned his attention to Tyros.

"I know not of what your gods have decided, nor has my kin decided to share their plans with me," his 'greek' was accidented, and perhaps not the best but it was there, "It seems Minos' gods have decided against their own neutrality in this conflict if that is the >

As this was translated back, the meek looking priest began to speak, in some degree of protest to the idea. The Pharaoh on the other hand briefly looked up towards the sun in the sky, he then finally spoke which seemed to cause an easy silence to fall amongst everyone.

Rising from his throne he >

"You somehow went from Minos to here to fight the invaders, and you are unaware of the sands that you stand in?"

There was a pause as the servant looked back at the unspeaking leader.

"You stand within the Divinely Protected Lands of the Golden Pharaoh,"

As the other bowed down, the ruler on the throne looked down, inspecting but continued to remain silent. The servant appeared to translate his question to him in their tongue, Egyptian sounding, but not entirely the same.

"You are unaware of where you are?" The servant asks, a little confused, " >

around him. Amongst these stand three notable men, a meeker looking priest, a servant and one that appears to some kind of champion. While atop this throne of gold, sits a regal, and surprisingly well built figure adorned in a crown.

"Step forward and pay respects to his grace," states the servant.

carefully. Romans? Hellas? He had not heard of either of those, but he waved off a solider to collect maps and figure out /where/ this man came from.

After a moment of this silence, a voice shouted, and the group parted to show several guards standing beside a throne, these more elite than those >

The men that stood before him, in their strange mirror like armour was mostly covered in the sun to not risk blinding all around. Regardless the sun still reflected off their large shields and the mirror tipped spears. They remained silent as he spoke.

Behind these lines, the Pharaoh listened >

of the hoplite would be 'requested' by the Pharaoh.

Of all the battle reports to reach the Pharaoh, one of hoplite from the Minos city states carving through numerous soldiers of the invading empire was... Unique. That was before his men got there.

So, against some degree of caution from his advisors, he'd travel to the front.

And the presence >

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