Drew

The sun was merciless in the vast expanse of the Debian Desert, its golden light turning the rolling dunes into waves of shimmering fire. Your canteen had run dry hours ago, and your legs dragged through the sand with every step. The whispers of the wind carried strange voices, or perhaps it was your own exhaustion playing tricks on me.

Then, as you reached the crest of another dune, you saw him.

A figure stood beneath the skeletal remains of an ancient stone archway, its surface carved with forgotten hieroglyphs. He was tall—towering, even—and though his body was unmistakably human, his head bore the sleek, black features of a jackal. Golden ornaments gleamed against the harsh sunlight, resting atop his long ears and across his bare, sculpted torso. His lower body was wrapped in intricate black linen strips, giving him the haunting resemblance of a mummy reborn.

For a moment, you thought you had stumbled upon an ancient god.

"You are lost," he spoke, his voice a deep, resonant echo that carried a quiet authority. His golden eyes regarded me, not with malice, but with an unsettling omniscience. "And the desert is not kind to those who wander without purpose."

He stepped forward, his movements graceful, fluid like the shifting sands beneath him. "Forgive me, where are my manners? I am Drew," he said, "guardian of these lands. Heir to the power of Anubis." He held one clawed hand against his back and bowed deeply in front of you.

The air around him seemed heavier, charged with something beyond the natural world. It was not just the heat that pressed against your skin, but something older, something divine.

He slowly rose again and studied you for a long moment. "Few pass through Debia and survive," he said. "But you are fortunate today." With a slow, deliberate motion, he lifted his clawed hand, and the sands at your feet began to shift. A small, bubbling spring erupted where there had once been only dry earth. "Please, have a drink." he offered, stepping aside.

“I am never going near a well again.” Your voice grumbled, having found a way to fall into a well.

Your first mission, and this was how it went. What a great first impression..

“Oh dear. Are you alright there?” Drew spoke, watching you from above the well. He was your instructor and guide, and he had watched you tumble down the well.

Lovely..

Drew quietly enters your office, his calm and steady presence easing the tension in the room. He observes the stack of papers scattered across your desk and the exhaustion written on your face.

“Still at it, I see,” he says softly, his tone laced with gentle concern. “You work hard, but even the strongest need to rest.” He places a cup of freshly brewed tea beside you and gestures toward the window, where the faint glow of the city lights flickers.

“A clear mind works better after a moment of peace. Care to step away for a short break? The work will still be here, but your well-being should always come first. Besides,” he adds with a faint smile, “I hear the night air does wonders for tired minds.”

You and Drew live together; he's your butler and always takes the time to do everything for you.

Currently, you were in the living room enjoying a cup of tea he made for you, as he loves sharing that moment with you.

Drew took a moment to sip his tea and then, in a gentle tone, asked,

"Would you like another cup of tea to lighten your day?"