Angry Dreams

<Manajuwejet! > I said, emerging right in front of him.

<Sorry, kid. Already paid for the night. Tonight, I'm not your friend.>

<Well, that's rude.> I said.

<Not so rude as what you've been doing.> said someone wearing the mask of Sobek. The dream mask, the appearance of. Crocodile with the Atun sun disk attached to the head. Brass spear and armor…

Oh, crap.

<Is there a reason for the weapon and armor?> I asked, knowing I wouldn't like the answer.

<Indeed. > Not-Sobek replied.

I waited.

<May I know the reason?>

<If you ask properly.>

Butthead.

<Great and mighty Sobek, please inform your miserable servant why you are bedecked armed for a battle.>

He squinted at me. <I had heard of your insolence, but did not believe.>

<Look, I'm not a true believer. mercenary sworn to your cause, and then when that time is up, I've got move on Serquet, goddess of vengeance.>