Adom eyes snap sharply to Tefri as the man whispers his question. Surely he is right. The brief admiration for his wisdom turns to confusion as he sees the Nubian apparently running away. With disgust, he looks back at the beast, watching it carefully as he and the elf slowly backpedal towards Ipwet and the jutting platform. He had thought the man made of sterner stuff. The long knife always at his side, if it had a will, would be attempting to leap into his hands to brandish at the huge crocodile, but the strength of his faith, and his better judgment, keep it where it is. Sobek must be furious indeed to have sent his avatar to tear his own priests limb from limb. What, then, would he do to a servant of Anubis?
Having felt the touch of Anubis so strongly, so recently, his mind balks at the thought of asking for a second intercession so soon. It would not do to be frivolous in his entreaties of his god. And to do battle with this beast here and now, so unprepared, would invite the contempt of the Lord of the Underworld. Adom has no desire to have the judgment of his own soul meted out so soon, and for so foolhardy a reason.
Quietly, he says to Sabra
"We have no chance. Let us be wise."
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