Mummy's Mask - Shifting Sands [IC]

[Farmerbink]

The previous night: Turi shrugs, content to accept whatever Lehasti considers as her fair share.

After they've discovered yet another setback: As gently as he can, Turi tries to redirect Vershab's urgency. "Obviously we need to hurry, but we've already made a lot of progress! Look at how much we've discovered already! Besides, I need some sleep," he points at Vershab, "and judging from your eyes and slouch, you do too. Let's head back to the inn for the night and start again first thing tomorrow."

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Sabef's warning falls on Turi's deaf ears as the young erstwhile urchin stuffs his face with date bread eagerly. Still unaccustomed to having as much food as he wants, he eats quickly, until more than a little over-full, and finds the journey to the Sanctuary somewhat unpleasant. Uncomfortable and feeling decidedly bloated, the youngster forces quite a few ineffective and quiet burps in an effort to relieve the pressure. His expression at the deaconess is not impolite, but neither is it pleasant. When she seems to summarily deny their audience, it melts into an offended frown.

He's inhaling to give her a piece of his mind when Lehasti steps forward. Remembering his place (and an adage about sugar and ants), he remasters his face and forces a polite and patient (if not precisely happy) expression over his features while the servant of Sarenrae describes their errand.