*blinks*
*wanders in, highly confused; under his arm he carries a cloth bearing his possessions (which means, a few pieces of cloth, a bundle of medical instruments, very little food and equally little money). He wears only a simple loincloth and a blanket draped around his shoulders; the only objects of worth that he wears openly are the two copper bracelets identifying him as a chirurgeon, and a necklace with a small obsidian pendant in the shape of a dog-like creature with a curved snout, square ears and a forked tail, half-hidden under the blanket. His hair is, actually, blondish, which would be highly unusual if he were at home, but less so in this place*
*looks around for a while and finally speaks*
... well. This doesn't look like Akhetaton.
Excuse me? Could somebody tell me where I am? I meant to go to the capital, but this doesn't look like it at all. This is terribly embarrassing, really, but I do not know where I am. Not at all. I meant to go to Akhetaton... *sighs and counts his coins, grimacing because they're barely enough for another journey and nothing else* *looks around again in search of the harbour - for certainly he must have left the boat to get here in the first place? - but can't see anything like it, which makes him frown in more confusion* ... well. Could anyone tell me how to get there?
... oh. I'm being terribly impolite, aren't I? I'm sorry, I'm just a bit... *stops and shakes his head* My name is Hory, from Auaris. I'm a chirurgeon. *a bit hopeful* Does anybody need medical help?
Typist: I fail again. Sooo. This is Hory from Sabine Wassermann's Der Zorn des Seth (which would translate into English as The Wrath of Set, but unfortunately, the book hasn't been translated yet - I hope it's ok to play Hory nonetheless?). ... actually, probably nothing he encounters here could be worse than what he encounters in his canon. I wonder whether that's scary or reassuring.
ETA: ... and as he's right from the beginning of his book, he won't even know.
*looks around for a while and finally speaks*
... well. This doesn't look like Akhetaton.
Excuse me? Could somebody tell me where I am? I meant to go to the capital, but this doesn't look like it at all. This is terribly embarrassing, really, but I do not know where I am. Not at all. I meant to go to Akhetaton... *sighs and counts his coins, grimacing because they're barely enough for another journey and nothing else* *looks around again in search of the harbour - for certainly he must have left the boat to get here in the first place? - but can't see anything like it, which makes him frown in more confusion* ... well. Could anyone tell me how to get there?
... oh. I'm being terribly impolite, aren't I? I'm sorry, I'm just a bit... *stops and shakes his head* My name is Hory, from Auaris. I'm a chirurgeon. *a bit hopeful* Does anybody need medical help?
Typist: I fail again. Sooo. This is Hory from Sabine Wassermann's Der Zorn des Seth (which would translate into English as The Wrath of Set, but unfortunately, the book hasn't been translated yet - I hope it's ok to play Hory nonetheless?). ... actually, probably nothing he encounters here could be worse than what he encounters in his canon. I wonder whether that's scary or reassuring.
ETA: ... and as he's right from the beginning of his book, he won't even know.