Ever since the fire at the temple, Deshra had been turning the incident over in her head. It didn't make any sense. She had gone back into the temple after the fire just to see if there was anything she might be able to pilfer from the ruins. She wasn't about to pass up the opportunity to help herself to something of value, even if she was supposed to be a noble lady now, paid by the queen. Such arrangements were always tenuous and one never knew when they'd be back on the street.

What she found there, a Greek sword, had left her with even more questions than answers. If there had been Greeks in the area, she would thought she would have heard about it from one of the men who frequented her place of business. They got all types, but one always got the best news of goings on from sailors and oarsmen and they always paid attention when there were odd boats in harbor. So far no one with the information she wanted had found her, so she was determined to go find them. 

Most people in Egypt tended to stay inside during the afternoon heat, which is why that was when Deshra had the free time to do what she wanted then. She had wrapped the sword in a cloth to disguise what it was as she headed down to the docks. She didn't wear the fancy noble clothes she had purchased with the funds given to her by the queen, instead she changed into a sheer shift that she would have worn when she was working at the brothel. It would have been too much work to unbraid her hair from the tight braids that held it flat for the dark wig that she now wore as a noble woman and her head felt oddly bare without the mane of red hair that was more normal for her.

As she made her way down to the docks, one of the men on the ships whistled at her as she walked by. 'Hey honey, do you want to come up here and I can show you my ship?' and by ship he clearly meant dick, but Deshra was used to such men. In fact, she almost found it flattering. 

"You can't afford me," she called back to the man with a smirk. Going down to the docks always got her in such a good mood. It reminded her of how she had learned her craft, back in Alexandria, a city full of sailors from all over the world who were always full of such interesting stories. There seemed to be less variety in Cairo, or perhaps that was just because she was now working at a place that catered mostly to rich merchants and nobles. She supposed there was only so much variety amongst those groups of people.

As much as she would have liked it, she didn't have time to sit around and be flattered by the attentions of random dock workers. She had a mystery to solve before the inconsistencies drove her completely nuts. She had some connections amongst those who worked at the docks and she began to ask about the arrival of any Greeks in the area, but there was no helpful news as far as she could tell. The sword, she carried with her, but she was reluctant to start waving it around without a more concrete lead.

Asking around, Deshra was coming up completely at a loss for any information that might be helpful in figuring out what had happened. Little did she know that trouble was about to find her.