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"Ushapti," Dashel says with a bow. Nephren-ka and her people always call you that, refering to the statues with which the ancient Egyptian dead were burried with.

"The boss would like a word," he informs you, looking around nervously. As he does so you notice a police cruiser pulling in to a parking spot on the far side of the park. Two officers hop out and look around. You feel their eyes fall on you and they begin walking purposely through the crowd towards you and the two Natural History Museum employees.