Well, at least the young man was not lost to keeping a trained eye out around him. That was a good thing. a sign that perhaps this horrid ship ride and whatever new trails his gods had decided to send him through yet another gate into yet another strange realm he would never once think possible if he were merely a Medjay again.

Spoke and yet the familiar speaks. A strange way to phrase such a thing. Ways that implied a great many other things, but, it was not his place. Perhaps it was time to ask a question another way.

"Then they do not need idols to speak to you." Bayek turned his head ever so slightly. "What of temples? Shrines to worship?"