Djedkare shrugged sheepishly, as he rubbed the back of his head.
"I must apologize, my friend. I suppose the people of the lower Nile had connected with the Thebans in my absence. Still, I am glad that our culture's ritual garb has survived the ages. All truths be told, I have not kept up to date with what has passed since I was inhumed. I must say that I am surprised at your name. It was always the realm of you priests to pick a magnanimous title, but 'Sweet Daddy K' is a bit foreign, don't you think? Bah, it's no matter... just the ramblings of an old man."

Djedkare noticed the buxom babes behind the bulbous tanuki, and chidingly waggled his finger at Kakutoku.
"It seems the passage of time has evaded you, as well! Your assistants have dressed themselves in the garb befitting the festival of the sacred tree of Iunu, but it is far too late for that! Woah-ho-ho-ho, how pleasant those memories were! Seeing you and your clerics has raised my spirits, my friend. Please, meet me in my room later. I have, hmm... I would have words with you, that I would prefer not to be overheard by the young boy over there." Djedkare subtly motioned towards Jack, and winked conspiratorially.

"Tell me, my friend, what city do you pledge your allegiance to? From your... hair... I would have guessed you are of Asyuti stock. Such a strong people! I am glad at least one of them saw fit to [i]educate[/i] themselves for once in their lives! Oh ho-ho-ho-ho!"

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