A ship was a ship, regardless of the the look or those who found themselves sailing upon it. Bayek was none the different. He sat along a bench, hands folded together, simply listening to all those that would pass by him. It would be better to learn of those by observing. He had yet to locate his constant companion -- Senu. Until such time, he would rely on the other skills he had developed as not only a Hidden One, but as Medjay.

Bayek has found himself wandering the town. It was not uncommon for him. If he were to take this city under his eyes as a Hidden One? He would need to know it. Understand it. Breathe it. Know of its lore, its culture, and what might be lurking below the surface of it all. Which meant that he had even debated the idea of joining those 'Chocobo Races', if they were to be like anything like the Hippodrome.

For now he busied himself with vantage points and secret hiding places. The ones that those in power would want shunned from the e yes of the living.

[ come pay him a visit of your choice, eh? ]