She is slower than the mirror-faced snake, and for some reason it is choosing to chase her, and she is not in dense enough forest to lose it by going up a tree or between a couple too narrowly spaced for it. So it catches her before emergency services can turn up.
And then she is somewhere else, in a not particularly attractive room next to a person who looks sort of off somehow.
"Excuse me," she says, taking a step out of his personal space.
"I think... they're the sort of thing that can change over time but not suddenly, and a very little bit, and then people can be assured the important elements are still there, and then more changes can happen."
"That makes sense in terms of how you can react to them now, at least."
"He mostly won't do anything that'll make the average person who hears about it go 'oh, the new pharaoh...well, when they're young they make mistakes, you've got to be patient with them'... or 'huh, you'd think Abadar would've had a lot of choices' or 'it's a lot of responsibility, it's understandable that he doesn't always take it seriously'."
"Are you just - hm - do pharaohs have a special afterlife arrangement at all -"
"No!" He sounds quite cheerful about this. "Presuming I live by the teachings of my god I will go to Axis like everyone else and get a job there if I want one like everyone else. I guess if I write memoirs or run for office I'll have better name recognition than most people."
"- I guess if it works for you. You could roll out a special cloth for people to kneel on?"
A young man with wings and a tail appears. He's holding something small in one hand.
The wizard in the corner casts Sleep.
Chaotic Evil, apparently.
He opens his eyes. "Where am - where's the -"
"Sleep," says the wizard again, more urgently.
"Hemaka get out of here - everyone get out of here - I can resurrect your person later -"
"Hold Person."
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