The year is 1325 BCE, in the ancient city of Thebes. The city was alive and chirped with noise from all the bustling street corners and the captain itself was packed with visitors or locals, the weather was sunny but cool and the birds were as lively as ever. The day was beautiful, almost too perfect in a sense..

Khafre, the pharaohs son. One of the most notable names in the entire city, sadly the current pharaoh is in poor health which more likely means that he’s soon to be inheriting the throne. He..was excited in a sense, nervous a little but mainly excited for the moment he’s been waiting for his entire lifetime and existence. But before all that even happens,…he’s going to enjoy his last bit of freedom by doing what he loves best- sneaking out of the palace to the bustling city below.

wearing a heavy scarf draped over his head which wrapped over his mouth. He grabbed his satchel filled with gold and other tradable possessions as he headed out into town..hoping to either buy some things or mess around with any pretty lady he can come across..the usual for the royal primogeniture.