High Queen Khalida Neferher watched from her Palace down at Lybaras. Once a thriving city full of people and life now a husk of what it was once was, a painful memory. The streets are now empty except for the undead that rose with Khalida. There is no life to be found, only dust and deserts. All of this only fuels her anger for vengence and justice even more and she will not rest until she deals with Nagash and her treacherous cousin and her vile race.
But Khalida sees something from the balcony high in her palace, someone is approaching the City of Lybaras in the far distance in the sea of sands. A single man approaches the Tomb city of Lybaras, foolish decision or one of desperation. She moves her marble finger to her chin, pondering as for why a single man would come here of all places, he must have known what lies in the deserts of Nehekara.
"How curious... I want him watched. Figure out who is he and why he is here."
Khalida speaks to her Tomb Guards as she continues to watch this man from her Palace of the Scholar-Kings. Seeing how he is slowly approaching the Necropolis that is Lybraras.
