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The palace walls tower reaching into the sky only to be stopped short. Servants scurry about ignoring the glpyhs since they merely spoke of Pharaoh’s past. Like looked like ghosts to her as she stops in front of Akhendain’s picture. Fondly she remembers him playing with the current king, she was among the children he played with there. Never had the pillars seemed so much bigger than they do now. She notes to herself the thefts of the ring, the scales, the key and now her precious necklace. He’s toying with us. But what I don’t understand is why he’s leaving the rod and puzzle alone. As for the eye well I can understand that one, Aknadin is attached to it.

She enters the throne room where Seto has temporarily taken charge and smirks a little. He plays with the rod disinterested in the court, despite what he says he does actually care but he’s worried like the others. It was clear though that Shadaa and Karim were a little worse for wear having no doubt forced their young Pharaoh to get some rest, that was no easy task.

“Did you get it back Isis?” Seto asks noticing her enter. He watches the fabric on her head shake her answer. The news didn’t sit well with the others, she watches their exhausted bodies nearly give up on them. “How long are we going to keep letting him get away with this?”

The question hung in the air like a weight. A burden of responsibility was on all of them and they weren’t doing a very good job of it. “I see you managed to get the Pharaoh to rest, if even it’s a little.” She remarks trying to ease the mood.

“Yes well,” Seto starts, “we shouldn’t tell him of the new theft. I’m sure Bakura just wants to lure him out with these anyway. Besides he’s exhausted whether he wishes to admit it or not and the sealing of Mahado has not been easy on him.”

“Indeed,” Shimon agreed, “he is very much missed.” The dismal mood infects the court to the point that not even the jesters or the dancers wish to lighten it.

He smiles as the breathing of his horse returns to normal. A grin of success and victory is proudly displayed on his face. Unable to resist the temptation of playing with his prize he pulls out the necklace. The gold shines brightly in the setting Sun as he traces his fingers over it gently. The caress is about as soft as he would treat his horse.

As his eyes fall upon the small encampment the others come to greet him and take his horse back to the stable. The ring bounces and sways as he hops off. His tent is of course the largest one in the middle of the group. Ah yes, another successful theft and plan! He falls onto the pillows with a small but muted thud. Mourning a little about the loss of the challenge he begins to amuse himself with the thoughts of how his little enemy is tearing his priests to pieces. Sighing dissatisfied at being unable to see it himself he raises his goblet and sips out some wine. A small splash is heard as one of his slaves refills it so it never runs dry.