Not the Solution
Menkar knew that if he submerged in water now, his servants would come to know of his origins. So, he opened a wooden box that contained drafts. Opening the cork of a bottle given by his healer, he emptied the contents in his mouth. It was a sleeping draft. He was planning on sedating himself until at least mid-day.
He closed the box and stashed it below the bench of the seat. Then he leaned against the back and closed his eyes. So what if his plans were delayed only by a few days. He had waited for thousands of years. A few days didn't matter. But when he would come back, he would come back with vengeance. He closed his eyes, waiting for the draft to take its effect.
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