Menefer opened the apparently empty chamber and slipped inside, scowling at the plain boardings. He twisted his neck as he felt the pain from being in a physical body. If only the glory of Egypt was still standing...the memory of the dusty desert and jeweled lodgings brought a smile to his lips. He lazily lounged on the bed none the less, and brought from the bag on his side, a journal. Not his own, but of someone he wished to learn more about. Magicians now were cautious, they never showed a djinni or an afrit their true names, no sign of trust. A reminder that greed ruled them all now. But this magician, this magician would not slip from him easily. Even in death, the djinni would have him bound by his name.