"Oh, you're alive!" calls another voice back from inside the house, and then its owner walks out the door and down the steps to be able to see him.

Sendhei seems to be of the same ethnicity as Taharqi, most of his head shaved with the exception of a strip of light brown hair in the middle, going from the forehead to the back of his neck. And despite not having just been kidnapped and then rescued, he is also pretty naked, except he's naked with style. He has golden nipple rings connected to each other by a thin gold chain, and a golden choker in the likeness of a serpent adorns his neck. The index, middle, and ring fingers on both his hands have rings, and the wrist that doesn't have the magic bracelet is adorned by a different bracelet, also golden, also having snake motifs, while his upper left arm is encircled by golden band. He has a thin golden string with decorative blunted spikes around his waist holding something that would require substantial generosity to be called a loincloth—the middle of the front cloth ends before his penis begins, while the sides go all the way to his knees, making it something like an arc or an inverted U shape that draws attention exactly there. He is also wearing black sandals with golden trims that match the colours and style of the not-a-loincloth. His build is lean and athletic, in contrast with Taharqi's bulkier and stronger frame; definitely more of a dancer.

"—oh, you have friends, hello. ...wait, is that Raziya?"

"Oh thank the gods you're alive!" exclaims the ex-concubine, stepping over to the dancer to give him a tight, heartfelt hug. "I—your friend said but I didn't dare truly believe—it's been so long—" Oh, and now she's crying.

He hugs her back just as tightly, though, and his eyes also brim over with teams. "I never thought I'd see your face again, you dumb... dumb... Oh, I've missed you."

Tintin tries not to get distracted by Sendhei's garb while he's clearly having a moment. Instead he will... stand here. That sounds like an inoffensive thing to do.

Eventually Sendhei releases Raziya from the hug and turns to look at Taharqi, who's petting his horse.

"Well, are you going to explain?"

Taharqi laughs but walks back over to them. "I got kidnapped by the Dogs of the Desert."

("Set burn their entrails.")

"And you know how we wondered what the hell was up with that? Mind control drugs and some divine influence is what was up with that."

"Uh, what?"

"Drugs that make you pliant, then a god that makes you want to be around them specifically. The Dogs of the Desert worship a god called Jhebbal Sag" (Raziya and Horan both flinch when hearing that name again) "and I'm betting the Darfari have Yog to thank for their fervor."

"And you... escaped?"

"That young man there saved us with powerful sorcery," says Horan.

"Technology, but you won't go far trying to make the distinction," clarifies Taharqi. "He's Valentin Saint-Martin, or Tintin. He comes from... very far. Unreasonably, unfathomably far. And he is very powerful."

"I have more or less stopped trying to convince you all that my biotics are not a form of sorcery," Tintin comments, bowing slightly. "I have higher hopes for the omni-tool. Hello Sendhei! I have heard about you but I think that the stories did not do you justice."

"What were the stories?" he wonders. "Did Taharqi downplay my attractiveness?"

"I don't think I commented on your attractiveness one way or the other," muses Taharqi.

"So they did actually not do me justice!"

"Ugh, I forgot how insufferable you are," says Raziya, but she's still sporting a watery grin and she sounds fond as she says it.

"It's so difficult to describe how attractive someone is, though! I don't know if I could describe how handsome Taharqi is, and look at him!"

Sendhei looks at Taharqi thoughtfully then shrugs. "He's okay I guess."

"I have been proclaimed 'okay'," Taharqi says, starting to hop on over to the steps. "Come on, let me show you guys inside."

"That's simply unfair," Tintin laughs, following. "He's gorgeous. And - and dashing, and so strong -"

"They fucked like rabbits," Raziya stage-whispers to Sendhei.

"And you didn't participate?" the dancer asks, archly, causing her to blush.