At the age of twelve, while Narmer still appeared to be only of ten or elven years of age, Narutt had started bringing his young brother along with him as he discussed details pertaining to the Hei's matters. Ever since the death of their father, his elder brother had done well -at least in young Narmer's eyes - in stepping into the shoes of their father as Head of the Hei. It was a position Narmer had never wanted, and unlike many others who would be bitter as the second born, Narmer was more then glad to help his brother. Instead of the political education Narutt had received, instead Narmer had focused on military strategies and combat, so as to ensure his brother would have proper assistance on that front. He was happy to fill in whatever gaps Narutt needed filling in.

But his brother wanted Narmer to broaden his horizons, and as such, it was as soon as Kissan was old enough that his sister-in-law could handle the newest born nephew Narmer had, that Narutt whisked his younger brother way to discuss matters with the Sheifa Hei.

As one of the newer Hei's to enter the ranks of Egypt nobility, it was no surprise that one of the oldest Hei's would have to come discuss future dealings with the new one's, and Narutt had been all friendly and agreeable as he met with the leader. Onuphrios is a man who was known to be a leader who thought as a trader instead of a politician, and was someone who valued hard work,both traits that Narutt appreciated.

The whole way here, Narmer had been treated to stories from his brother as they rode the way from Cairo to Thebes, and more then the stories, Narmer had enjoyed most the time he got to spend with his brother. It may be odd to many, but Narmer adored the ground his brother walked on, and many would be amiss to think otherwise. Narutt had practically raised Narmer as his own son, and for that reason, the young male would never dare go against what his brother said.

So when the discussions between the Hei's took a turn for a more serious matter that involved the kingdom at large, Narmer had no complaints when he was asked to entertain himself in the courtyard of the Saraaya of Sheifa, until Narutt would come for him.

Eyes wide as he wandered down the hallway, the twelve-year old found himself enraptured by the various designs and pieces, most of which obviously not of local make. It merely reinstated the stories that Narutt had told him of, that the Sheifa members traded with many foreign lands, and it showed in the way the design of the home had been made.

So engrossed was he in examining the art pieces on the wall, he barely even noticed if anyone were to come up, as he brushed his fingers against the colorful texture hanging, curious as to the story behind the pieces.