Bast returns with Anwen to her 'lair'. Time was only a few minutes have past when they left in the mortal plane.

"I will send some of my priest here. Will take a few days. Take care of yourself and the kitten." Bast kisses her on the cheek, "That is for luck." she winks then fades out.

Shaking her head she heads down to the bunker. As it's only been a short time so the others are not back yet but progress is still being made.

Anwen calls out, "You guys want me to move anything outisde from here ?"

Ulva thinks, "Are you strong enough for that ?"

Anwen laughs, "I just teleport heavy objects out of the way."

Ulva calls back, "Then try and move some of the larger rocks, but also try not to destabilize the roof."

"Will do." Working in a combination of actual physical labor, teleportation, and telekinesis they manage to get a narrow passage open enough for two way safe travel. It is close to dark by this time and the Immortals are finally outside.

Anwen, sitting on a pile of rocks and rubble, "I would offer you something to drink, " before she can finish Gwen is there, "Don't mind if I do." She makes like she is going to bite Anwen, when she finds herself on the top of the structure.

Anwen smacks her lips, "As I was saying, I don't really have anything you can have right now. Also try that again Gwen and I will teleport you Much further away. Like straight up away."

That makes them all nod.

Kitten comes around, handing out mugs of warm blood, "Not as good as fresh but it works." she states. The others nod in thanks to Kitten for the drink.

"I will have to head back to the Palace soon and check on my messages ... OH SHIT!, I completely forgot about the slave Ramsey's gave me. I just told her to clean up the place and nothing else. That was two days ago."

Kitten grins, "She will be fine. If you are not there she will just go to the Palace kitchens for her meals and such."

"Unless she finds the leather bag and starts playing with it's contents like you did. You know what can happen, as I recall you got yourself completely tied up when you moved wrong and the hooks crossed."

Shule looks at Kitten, "What is in that bag ?"

Kitten, looking in to her cup, "Leather items. Anwen is a trained leather worker and makes some, um, interesting leather wear."

Anwen nods with a grin, "Bondage gear for sexy times. There is actually a pretty good market for that stuff."

All of them sort of stop for a moment, then several nod, thinking of interesting ways such things could be put to use. Both in their diets and in Other ways.

As they are contemplating that when the sound of horses and a cart is heard and shortly Brawn shows up with a cart full of lumber and a dozen slaves to help clear the place.

To Anwen, "You were not kidding when you said Silver is worth so much here. I still have 5 pieces left from what you gave me." Turns to Kitten, "Orsa and Rutt will be along, they were looking for more slaves and some food and cattle."

Back to Anwen, "Sorry to put you out like this but do you have enough food for them right now ?" nodding to the workers.

Anwen sighs and starts to move to a clear spot, levitating some of the flatter debris around to make impromptu tables, "Sure just let me get set up. We got a narrow passage opened so far. Oh and Bast talked me in to letting her banish the influence here, but said she would leave the place so other Immortals could visit." looking pointedly at the group sitting around and sipping their 'wine'.

Nast'al gets up and helps her set up a place, "We will need to set up some shelters for them to. Hope you thought of that Brawn."

Brawn nods, "I got tarps and such to make tents out of and there is a village not far from here with a deep well. I got a couple good sized barrels. I thought Anwen could just pop over and fill them then pop back."

Anwen shakes her head, "That's right make the mage to all the heavy lifting." she gripes even as a thousand pound chunk of rock floats overhead and settles in the middle of her prep area. Looking over the 'table' it is very uneven and she sighs, "Need to fix that. Well might as well ask an expert of such things."

She walks well away from the group, pulls out her staff and talks to it for a moment, then draws a large circle on the ground, puts a few runes around it for good measure, then proceeds to chant to herself (Adding in a little prayer to Geb, asking for a nice earth elemental) before calling on the power and summoning up a being made of stone. It 'looks' around then down at the mage, in a voice that sounds more like rocks rubbing together than actual words, it speaks, "Hello little mage, why have you summoned me ?"

"Hello large and rocky, sorry if I disturbed you but I was in need of someone of your description. I was wondering if you can shape stone with out making rubble out of the item being shaped ?"

It thinks for a moment, "Maybe, depends on what needs to be done."

Anwen points to the 'Table', "I am trying to make an area to use as a table so I can feed these workers. They are to clear out this old temple so it can be dedicated to Bast."

The elemental nods, "Why Bast ?"

"Ra talked me in to it actually. Her being a war and protection goddess and the location of this temple between upper and lower Kemet." she explains.

It nods, "Good reason." It moves over to the stone in question and looks it over, then carefully it rubs one 'hand' over it till there is a fine layer of sand. The surface is smooth as glass. Anwen looks it over, "Wow you do good work. I have no idea if I should pay you or something for this small service."

The elemental 'looks' surprised, "Well if your willing" it reaches in to itself and pulls out a limestone slab with some writing on it. Mostly heiroglyphics. "A report on my job performance would be appreciated. Don't worry if you don't know the local language, Geb has translators for nearly any language."

Anwen looks it over, cast a minor 'read language' spell and gets the gist of what is needed. Then carefully using a provided stone chisel she writes a report remarking on his good interpersonal skills as well as a completion of the required task and workman ship as excellent. She wrote it in elven. Then she reads it back to it, "How is that ?"

It nods, "Oh very nice. Thank you. We don't get pay the way mortals do. But good reviews mean when jobs are called for we get better ones more suited to our talents. This works for us much better than some past things that were tried. Elementals like myself actually volunteer to be summoned for such things. On a personal note, I prefer jobs like this one over combat. I like making things."

Anwen nods, "I like being useful to. It feels good."

It nods in agreement, "Is there anything else ?"

Abwen looks about "Up to you really. I would not turn down any help in getting more set up though." It considers this, the puts away it's slab and helps set up the seats and gets them polished down so the soft ones can use them easier. "Ok I think that's everything. You all have a nice evening." it then returns to the circle and vanishes. Anwen rubs out the circle, says a little prayer of thanks to Geb then returns to the others.

All the slaves, Immortals and even Kitten are looking at her in awe. She looks around, "What ?"

Slave, "You commanded the earth and it obeyed you."

Anwen shakes her head, "No I asked Geb if he would be kind enough to send someone who could help me here. He did a good job, so I wrote him a nice review, he did a few more things then left. I thanked Geb for the helper, end of story."

Althea, now leaning on the end of the entrance, "Anwen, honey, even the mightiest of mages can't do what you just did."

Anwen pulls out her black book and looks it up, "Conjure Elemental is just a 5th ranked spell. Any experienced mage could do that."

Althea shakes her head, "They can make them attack things, or do crude work, you just walked up to it, told it what you needed and it went and did it. I have seen mages conjure those before, none worked that well."

Anwen, "How many politely ask an earth god for help prior to the conjuring ?"

Kitten nods, "None that I know of. Interesting."

Anwen nods, "Most human mages tend to be arrorgant to the point where they think they can do better without the Gods help or intervention. I am not that stupid."

Several slaves and a few of the Immortals actually laugh at that.

Her next trick the Immortals have seen before, so are not as impressed. The new people are once more left in awe as she pulls food from thin air. Large fully cooked bird, piping hot with all the trimmings, stuffing, Mashed Potatoes with skins mixed in, 24 dinner rolls, cranberry sause, pumpkin pie, pecan pie, apple pie, green bean casserole, gravy in gravy boat, large knife to carve the bird and large 2 pronged stainless steel fork to help serve it.

For drinks she pulls out a quart of steaming coffee and a half gallon pitcher of milk. Searching her cloak she finds 1 set of silverware in a cloth napkin and a soup ladle which she puts in the gravy.

Digging around for more she accidently pulls out a live she goat, that needs milking and a tree. The tree she looks at then drops to the side of the entrance, where it roots, spreads it's leaves and promptly sprouts large red apples. Anwen ooo's and picks one. Patting the tree, "Red and Delicious apples, Nice."

Then she vanishes for a few minutes only to return with a good sized brazier, already burning. She places her fire grate over it and pulls out some ground beef (5 pounds) and rice, (3 pounds) and vanishes again only to return with an pot full of water and oven mitts, so as to not burn her hands, "I am sure the Palace with not miss this stuff" she mutters as she sets up her cooking area.

Looking around she sets off a loud whistle, "ROMULUS, REMUS, COME!" out of the ruins the two massive dogs come running. One of them has a little grey kitten clinging to it's leather clad back. They skid to a halt before her and look like soldiers at attention, "Ok boys, how do you like your hamburger ?" They look sideways at each other but don't move. Romulus growls, "Raw mam."

Anwen nods, "Me to actually." she whispers to them with a wink. She slides off a pound of hamburger each, "Sorry there is not more. Got a whole bunch of guest with no warning they were coming." the dogs nod.

Anwen pulls over a couple of small stone slabs, "Got no plates either. Well not tonight, will have to see about getting some tomorrow. She puts down the food and waits, they wait, she thinks,"Well ?"

Remus, in a side whisper, "you have to tell us to eat mam, oh and what about this little one we found. She is fearless little thing ... can we keep her ?" Anwen smiles at them, "She was a gift to us from the Goddess Bast, local cat god, so yes we can keep her. And I will make a small plate for her from the turkey we got."

Both dogs heads turn that way and they can almost here the subsonic whimper, "Sorry boys that that one is ear marked for the humans. If there is some left overs then we will talk, ok ?" they nod, "Ok well eat up." she looks at the humans who are practically drooling. "Brawn did you remember things like plates and such ? Cause I don't have any more than what you see here."

He goes over to the wagon and takes out tin plates, dull knives and spoons and a large barrel of wine and enough cups for 3 times the number of slaves. Anwen smiles, "Ok then."

He passes out the plates and cheap bronze wear items while Anwen carves the bird and sets each plate with a small portion of each item. "Ok the white stuff is called mashed potatoes, it’s a kind of plant of the tuber variety. Meaning it’s a root vegetable. The bird has been stuffed with a mixture of nuts and bread to soak up its juices and well it's good to eat to. The rolls are nice, they are supposed to be white, it’s the type of floor used to make them, the red stuff is called cranberry sauce, some people like it some don't, if you don't then give your share to someone who does like it. For desert I have 3 different kinds of pie and the apple tree. Be nice to the tree, upsetting it's spirit would not be healthy. The greens are Green Bean casserole and the brown stuff is gravy made from the bird's juices. The bird is called a turkey, in case any are wondering. Every item here is from my homeland. I hope you enjoy them."

Kitten looks the items over with a touch of envy, "You come from a rich homeland.'

Althea gets in line for the food to, she comments to the slaves around her, "I have had some of this before, it's really good. The white stuff is a little bland, but works well with the gravy mixed in." She gets her plate and takes a seat at the big table. One burly slave looks about and then ask, "Mam, would you happen to have an ale or beer. I have not had any in a while and I have a powerful craving for it."

She looks through her stuff then puts a large stein of German Ale next to him, "Only one I got I am afraid. I don't care for it myself so I did not bother to stock up." The stein is a large affair with a smiling dwarven face on it.

He points, "Looks like a dwarf." She nods, "Dwarven ale, supposedly some of the best I am told." He takes a taste and nods, "Gort that is Good ale, thank you mam." She smiles at him and moves on.

He says to the fellow next to him, "I don't know where she is from, but they have good ale and good food." The fellow next to him nods forlornly, "I suppose. I just hate that we only get it cause we lost and are now slaves."

Little dark haired girl is walking around the table and over hears them, "What did you lose ?"

The narrow faced man turns to her, "We were adventurers together you see. He and I were part of a large group. Thought to come down here to Egypt to do a little treasure hunting, but we ran afoul the local army, they decided we were looting tombs or some such. We weren't mind you, just some old forgotten temples. But they attacked, we lost the fight and in the end they sold us off for slaves after taking all the stuff we recovered. Only Henric and I are still together after all that."

She nods, "I have done some adventuring myself. Well I and my boyfriend. Our last adventure was against some of those evil Snake people, I think they were called Setites. If not for the mage we would not be here. We fought and she made an escape route for us. Then brought us here. She is digging out this old temple. They are going to rededicate it to one of the local gods or some such. Have not found anything like treasure yet. She only managed to get 3 rooms cleared and then moved in to them so she can be close to her work."

They nod, "Having some people who know something of this sort of work is good. She is really smart and powerful, but a bit strange to."

Henric nods, "She seems nice. Not everyone would give a slave an ale just cause they asked."

She nods, "She seemed to like you, else she would not have done it. Though I doubt it's a personal like. She can read a person's soul, you must have a good one."

His partner nudges him in the arm and Henric blushes slightly.

The girl moves on and then returns to her friends.

Suddenly Anwen calls out "HA!" and puts down two metal cylinders, "I knew I had those in one of my pockets. One is salt the other is ground black pepper. Feel free to use them." she pushes them toward the workers. Several pass them around and thank her for their addition to the feast. Kitten to Nast'al, "Well she is enjoying herself." He nods, "Yes she really does like helping people. I wonder how many she will adopt before we need to feed again."

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"Well Orsa is supposed to be bringing more, and Ruttag was to get the supplies and food for them. Hopefully he remembers what food is." Nast'al grins, "Remember Jonon and how he was sent for human food, came back with 3 humans and a dying cow." She nods, "He never was very bright. Nice enough fellow but that dead cow was smarter." Nast'al nods, recalling lost friends.

Kitten, "How did he die ?" Nast'al, "as I recall Borno told him it was possible to put his own head up his ass, he actually ripped his own head off trying to do it."

Kitten shook her head, "I swear only he could die from being stupid and he went and did it to."

Anwen comes up behind them, "Hi. I thought you would like to know. The scrawny fellow with the long face next to the big guy I gave the ale to," They nod, "He was silently praying to the 'god' Nast'al the Undying to smite his enemies or give him a blade and the opportunity to do it himself." Nast'al looks very surprised, "That was the nickname my old gang had for me. Mind you most of them were thralls."

Anwen nods, "Remember what I told you about thralls and their children ?"

Nast'al's eyes light up, "Do you think he could be one of them ?"

She shrugs, "I cannot honestly tell. I just know he thinks your a minor god of death and assassins" she grins, "He also thinks the big guy next to him is one of the nicest, most loyal friends he has ever had. The big guy is a little thick but nice enough. Well think from my point of view which isn't saying much cause most of you are as sharp as a bag of rocks." Grins the pops way before of them can get her for the gibe.

Kitten grins and shakes her head, "She is learning. What, I am not sure of, but she is learning."

Nast'al, "good insult really, though I suspect that's somewhat true. She is one of those dangerously smart people with just enough talent to stay out of range of a good return strike."

Kitten whispers, "you like her" he whispers back, "yes I do. she is strong and loyal and you know how I feel about loyalty." She nods. For all his faults he has a loyal heart and prizes loyalty above everything else.

After dinner Anwen takes the few left overs and makes a plate for the dogs and kitten, "Now boys, I expect you to train her in proper etiquette and such. She is a cat, and they can be stubborn but with proper training they turn in to good guards." the dogs nod and begin their instructions that evening. When Anwen thinks to ask the kitten its name it proudly declares its name is Mew Mew Kit. Then growls 'want to make something of it ?' she gets a head rubbing from an amused Anwen.

That night, in her room she removes the boys armor and gives them both a rub down, Romulus "You’re the best master we have had in a while. Our last one was all military, tough as nails, and never gave us rub downs or table scraps. Very strict about everything that one."

Anwen nods, "Well I am not like him, I am not like anyone really. I am part elf, part something else and part human and maybe a little magic in the mix to. My jobs are a mage and thief. Oh don't look at me that way, I only steal for my people, not in some lame attempt to get rich. Presently I work for Kitten who is in Egyptian Intelligence. So we do espionage and such as well as other covert jobs." The dogs nod understanding things better than most humans would believe. "Kittens people are not nice people but they are loyal, more or less, to each other. Thing is they are from 3 groups and not everyone from each group gets along with everyone from the other group."

Remus nods, "We have seen that before. Sometimes they get vicious about it to." Anwen nods, "oh isn't that the truth. Now my Direct commander is Althea, she is the one who got bit by a snake the day we all met. She is a good fighter, and will defend her people with her life. Kitten is her commander, so I tend to go around Althea, who while nice is not a good sergeant in my book, besides I am from a different division than her, but if you boys have been around military types I am sure you know what they say about military intelligence." They woof in agreement. "Right, somehow you get a supposedly group of smart people together and they tend to make stupid decisions." dog laughter ensues.

"Anyway I am allot more lenient than the type your most used to. May treat you more like pets than soldiers from time to time, but that does not mean you get to go lax on me. Just sometimes I like to play things like fetch or run around and such."

Remus nods in a human fashion, "Semi retirement." she grins, "Close enough. Say do you know the human date you are from ?"

One looks at the other, "Yes mam. December 12, 1919." low whistle from her, "Well boys, you have been moved back in time to the late Bronze age. About 3100 years Before you were born. I am from a future time to, farther along than you in fact. So no canned dog food, premade treats or even electricity. On the other hand Magic is stronger than ever."

They think on that but give no answer to the news.

The next day: Washing the dogs is fun but wet and leaves her with a new level of Stink. Orsa, in a foul mood, returns with another 20 strong slaves, a few carts of supplies and an attitude that could peel paint. Anwen wisely gives her a very wide berth. 4 hours after that Ruttag comes in with 2 large wagons being pulled by the local variant of oxen, loaded down with enough supplies and food for an army of workers. He on the other hand is in good spirits. He got slave girls (for food and fun) though he made sure none had breast to much larger than Melidea. He did not need that sort of grief.

A laughing, dripping, wet dog smelling Anwen meets him, "Hola, Boy did you get the supplies."

"Boy ? Did you forget my name already ? I did not think I was gone That long." he gets close then stumbles back, "Did you wash the dogs or go swimming with them."

She grins and wrings out her hair, "Little of both. The boys love bath time it turns out. As surprisingly did Mew Mew Kit. Oh that’s the name of the gray kitten Bast gave me the other day."

"Oh yeah, what did she and the dwarf want ?"

Lightly smacking his blond head, "some respect, that dwarf is Ptah and a powerful god. They came to summon me before Ra. He wanted to meet me in person. Actually seems like a nice guy, gave me a few spelled items for my collection. Nothing fancy mind you, just a selection of tea's and a pot to make them in." he nods, "Meeting the king of the local gods, nice. You sure do attract some interesting people." The slave girls behind him are all wide eyed listening to this.

"Well being one of the most powerful mages in the world has it's perks as well as its responsibilities." He nods in agreement. Even as Anwen calls out for some of the men to come unload and store the supplies.

She turns to the girls, "If anyone wants a bath I dug out a spot, lined it in leather and filled it with water Just for bathing. It's over that way past the stone table." they nod and some go look. There they see the two giant dogs and the little kitten, whom they seem to be trying to get to walk a certain way.

One brave girl ask Anwen, "what are they doing ?"

Anwen smiles, "Trying to train her to be a guard animal. Those are my war dogs Romulus and Remus. The cat is called Mew Mew Kit. She is a brave sweet little girl. " another girl ask, "What kind of dogs are they. " Anwen answers, "Mastiffs, Not sure if they are the English or Tibetan type though. I got them from an old soldier. Very well trained to."

Third girl not timid but suspicious, "You were just joking around about talking to actual gods right."

Turning to look at the girl, then turning her eyes red, "No. I Never joke about that stuff." The girl swallows hard and backs down. The light goes out and Anwen is back to her cheerful self. "We are clearing this old temple out and rededicating it to Bast. Behave yourselves and you might live to see it. Piss me off and I will feed you to something."

She turns and leaves. That last one pissed her off and she could Feel her skin getting tight and hot. She sets the dogs to guard the girls and tells them to make sure none leave the camp.

They do that and work with teaching Mew Mew Kit how to watch and corral such things.

Walking back in to the tunnel she remarks to Brawn, "There is one girl out there I am tempted to hang by her feet, slit her throat and just watch her bleed out in to a tub."

Brawn grins, "If you do let me know so I can get some bottles for the good stuff." she nods and walks on to her room closing and locking the door behind her.

Orsa looks as she passes, "Yikes she may have some bite after all." she says in a joking condescending tone.

Althea walks in and puts a pot of water on the camp stove in the middle room, "Oh I know she does. She tortures people for fun." Orsa has to stop and think about that for a bit.

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Day three, the slaves are making good progress and using Anwen's design to hold up the ceiling is working better than the 'experienced' miners thought it would. She still uses her powers to move larger objects and help hold up pieces normally too heavy for humans. The problem is she is getting cramps, bad ones, as she has not had a period yet she thinks that is what it is but it's cutting in to her focus.

She is barely able that night to pop herself back to the Palace, where she collapses in her bed. Sarah finds her there and takes to mopping up her sweat and trying to help her deal with the pain. She is feverish and hallucinating about Elven Assassins looking for a traitor that may or may not exist.

Sarah knowing she is friendly with Bast seeks out their priest. Finding one in the Palace she explains the problem to the slender woman, who comes and see's the elfin woman.

The priestess examines her then sends Sarah to get some special herbs.

While she is gone, the 'Priestess' who is actually Bast sighs, "You went and got a bad infection. This is not good, but fortunetly you have me for a friend. Mind you this is going to hurt."

Not that Anwen is there enough to understand. Bast calls on her sister Sekhmet, "Sister we got an evil spirit trying to take over our little Elf, I need your help in getting it out of her."

The Lion Goddess comes in and looks at the girl, "Yikes. Been to close to one of His temples I take it ?"

Bast nods, "Clearing one out so it can be rededicated to me actually. So the spirits in it can be laid to rest."

Sekhmet inhales and nods, "Yes I heard, little jealous on that part, but well you are the one who befriended her so I understand it. Ptah explained it to me." she sighs and helps Bast extract the evil spirit that is trying to eat the soul of this child.

They manage to get it out and fix the damage. Anwen wakes and then sneezes. Both goddesses roll their eyes, "Right and she caught a normal cold on Top of the other problem." Sekhmet sighs. She summons one of her healers and tells the woman what is needed. The priestess grins, "Well this is actually something of a relief, so many were thinking she is a lesser goddess or the like."

Bast smirks, "We offered but she turned us down. "

Sekhmet grins, "Only reason you keep offering is she knows how to make evermead."

Bast shrugs, "Well she won't make any."

Anwen opens one eye, "Cause I need honey from giant bee's."

They both look at her and the light slowly comes on behind their eyes. THAT is, ok that explains one reason even the cheap stuff is so expensive. Giant bee's make very good honey but are very dangerous to harvest from.

She coughs, "Regular honey lacks something and it makes a very weak mead by the way we do it. Has been tried but it comes out like normal human mead, mostly. Some semi-magical properties but no one ever figured out what it's good for as it's just not as good stuff."

Giant Bee honey was almost as expensive as the cheapest evermead. As it's the main ingreadient in the stuff, so much is becoming clear.

"Cat's should not drink evermead anyway." sighs Anwen, "Elven version of Catnip is one of the ingrediants."

Bast nods, she figured that, so did the Lion goddess. They lick their lips and nod.

Ramsey, having heard Anwen is sick, pokes his head in. "Hello ?" He ask quietly.

Bast walks over to him, "Hello Ramsey. Anwen has a bad cold. Been working for me in the desert and caught a chill, but don't worry, she will be fine." Bast smiles at him and he nods, "Thank you my lady." he nods, "I do worry about her sometimes."

Bast nods, "She is special to us to. She is good for you and Egypt and really likes the people here. We approve of that."

Sekhmet comes over, "Bast here just wants her to teach us the secret of evermead so she can make her own."

Ramseys grins and nods, not realizing whom the other woman is. Bast just clicks her tongue and walks in to the mirror, vanishing.

Bast picks up her Priest for the rededication and transports them and herself to the place. Warning them of the foriegners helping around the place and her agreement with them.

At the temple, the priest move in and set up while Bast speaks with Kitten, "Anwen went and caught herself a bad cold. She will be alright now. But was running a high fever for a few days. I made sure to send a healer to help look after her."

Kitten nods, "Ah thank you. We were a bit worried when she did not come back."

"My priest are doing the cleansing and dedication and as per my agreement with Anwen, cause she likes you people for some reason, I will leave it so your people can stay here unmolested by my guardians and such."

Kitten smiles, "You really like her."

"She is my friend, and well I think she would make a good cat some day. Ra made me swear to stop trying to talk her in to being a priest or god though." she shrugs.

Althea, "I don't think she would do well as a goddess. Other than the smarts, but she really does not like being in charge of much. Though she is a better leader than she believes."

Bast nods, "Oh yes. It's her fear and self doubt that is holding her back really. She had 1 bad experience as a leader a long time ago and it's clouding her perceptions about what she is capable of."

The other women, having seen her lead the slaves and such know that Anwen can be an effective leader. As long as she does not think she is in charge. As soon as she realizes it she panics and hides or tries to put someone else in charge.

Althea thinks to ask, "Do you know what made her sick ?"

Bast nods, "Combination of to much work and catching a chill." she is purposely leaving out the information on the evil spirit. Does not want to cause a panic. Though it's why she is there in person. Looking for any more of those sorts.

She moves around the place, quietly dealing with the ones seeping up from underground.

After the rededication is done, She is able to call in Anubis and get the souls out of there. Which removes all the Evil ones to.

Construction wise the place still needs a lot of work but at least the spirits have been put to rest and Bast just put in a shrine to herself in the middle room. She thinks, for now, that will do.