It's the crack of dawn. You get out of bed, get dressed for the day, and exit your hut. The village is already alive with activity as people get to work, the air permeated with the sound of idle chatter. You make your way to the river in the west sector, then start washing your clothes. A couple yards to your left, Ramses does the same; grumbling to himself, his frustration barely masking how humiliated he truly feels. "Washing clothes in the river like a commoner... I should be above this..."
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