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A slight smile graced Sethan's features as Makraov greeted him. This man held matters of respect quite highly, and was not one to dally as he spoke. The dead king quite appreciated that, and found himself fascinated by his short story. There was almost a tinge of guilt in Sethan's heart for judging the man so harshly when he was actually quite personable. Makarov could have very well served at Sethan's side millennia ago. He considered extending to him that opportunity in the future, once Irem was reborn.

"I have a moderate interest in your nation, yes. Nothing more really than any other, as none of these provinces existed when I was king, but Russia's role in the last century of history was quite interesting to watch unfold. 'Communism;' very novel." He said, as though commenting on a book he had just read. "Now to whom do you suppose all of this gold belonged to? The formal royal house, I assume, though I'm certain you have a better idea."

However, before they could delve deeper into their discussion, Atticus stood before the group and made his proclamation. A private rescue mission? Off the books? To Egypt no less? This was very interesting. Sethan paid rapt attention to his infernal associate as he continued his summary. The dead king had his own obligations to Hoyle, but at the same time, he had much unfinished business in that corner of Africa. And to reiterate, this endeavor would remain unknown to the larger company, which had subtly forbade Sethan from returning to his homeland over the last century. This Ankh was another matter as well. If it could resurrect a god, he supposed that there was little else that it could not revive.

The others bickered, but Sethan paid them little mind. He stared at Atticus as he stroked his chin, deep in thought. It was clear that Atticus had contacted him for this part of the mission, and why he had been addressed by letter rather than some other traceable channel. This was off the record, after all. There was the matter that Sethan was not an Egyptian, nor had he ever been in "Egypt," or even met a person that resided in the country. But the Ankh was once wielded by a god, and Sethan was not called a God-King merely because he wished to be. The pieces were falling into place, one by one. Sethan laughed, loud and heartily over his arguing coworkers. He threw his head back and continued to laugh, his teeth of gold and ivory shining in the moonlight. His laughter then lessened, but did not stop as he began to clap, looking straight to the incubus. Slowly and almost sardonically he applauded the incubus, his laughter then fading to silence.

"Hail to you, Atticus, hail to you." He said, and ceased his applause. "Finish your explanations. Then we will have words."