Butehamun, scribe of the necropolis

A scribe of the tombs, ink on his fingers and worry on his face. He keeps glancing over his shoulder, as if someone might be standing there.

Where to find

Abydos

No scorpions this morning. None! I wrote it down.
I write to her every month now. She writes back, apparently. I have to send it with whoever's going west. It's slow, but the post always was.
She says I'm too thin. I've started eating breakfast. She'd want me to tell you that.