Pharai
My teeth tore into the lamb shank that had been marinated in red wine with honey, garlic and rosemary. When Suetekh said he would prepare a feast for me he was not kidding. He had brought me to his dining room where a long dining table stood completely covered in food.
The floors of the dining room were made out of marble with gold veining. Large tall pillars covered in hieroglyphs telling tales of the past parties and events Suetekh had thrown in the room. Every single one glorified the god of destruction to make it look like he was just as friendly as Horus.
"I love the propaganda," I chuckled after I had spent nearly an hour decoding them.
"I'm a nice guy," he smiled, "I like to give the people what they want."
