Kasaya

A Medjay scout from Kerma, leaning on a wall, watching the cliffs.

Where to find

Abydos

Ikhernofret knows the way. Then it's you and him. The vizier, I mean. Not Ikhernofret.
Whatever happens at the Cleft: you found things. You always found things. I was wrong about you. I thought you'd be dead by now.
The gate's shut. For now. The barque is on the other side. So is he.
When you go down, I'm coming. Don't argue. I'm a Medjay. We go where the trouble is.
The sun rose late again this morning. Not as late as yesterday. It's waiting for you.