(OOC: I'm assuming "Numidian" is Nubian?)

AkhMin suddenly stops chewing on the date fruit, then started to chuckle for a bit. "So, you're finally starting to remember who I am? Can't blame you for forgetting, it has been a good while ago". He thinks back 5 years when he would study under a royal priest in Thebas. Nighttime would fall & he would sneak out of the priests chamber with his Nubian drum passed down from his father.

"We'd meet every night of the new moon and in complete darkness run off into the royal garden. I'd play all sorts of rhythms & your body would move freely to the beat as you danced the night away. This went on until my famly renounced the Seneb religion & was outcasted for being individual". The Kushite farmer never thought that he would see Nashira again until that day the caravan passed through his farm.

He rubbed the back of his hand against her cheek while peering into her face & over her chest. Akh opened his robe a little, exposing his chest and abs, to reach for a golden necklace in his pocket & put it around Nashira's neck. He follows the golden links with his fingers to the large shiny pendant resting on her chest.

The farmer then snaps back into reality then laughs nervously to himself. "So... how have things been with the royal family?"