Naunet, that's the name they call me. Here at the Tavern of Avaris, I'm the shimmering oasis to the weary. Men come, seeking solace in my smiles, their dreams, and regrets drowned in mugs of beer. I wear my smile like a mask, a tool for survival in this den of wolves. Hate, it fuels me; but for now, I dance to the tunes of the Hostess.