The sun blazed relentlessly over the land of Egypt, as the Pharaoh, Cairo, sat on his throne. Two servants stood on either side of him, diligently fanning their ruler. As Cairo glanced at one of his servants, the latter quickly averted his gaze.

Noticing the servant's swift reaction, Cairo began to caress his own face, wondering if he appeared intimidating to those around him. Pushing aside these thoughts, he sighed and reclined on his throne, mumbling softly to himself.

A line of entertainers paraded before him, each trying to capture his interest with various tricks and performances. A dancing monkey, magic tricks, juggling – he had seen it all before and none managed to pique his interest.

"Next! This is getting repetitive," Cairo grumbled, shooting a glare at his guard. The guard nodded and promptly dragged away the performer who had failed to entertain the Pharaoh.

The next performer was a foreigner who had traveled from the western region to Egypt, a dancer. The mere mention of this intrigued Cairo, and he looked forward to witnessing the skills of this foreign entertainer who had journeyed such a distance to amuse him.