F) After a while, you hear approaching footsteps. You spin around to give this scribe a piece of your mind, how dare he keep you waiting this long. To your shock, a priest of the temple of Ptah strides toward you. You quickly remove your sandals in the presence of your superior, as is customary. The priest's bald head glistens in the sunlight. "You are NOT permitted here, you must leave. The god must rest, he has heard too many prayers today. The temple is littered with votive tablets! "  You stammer, "I'm sorry, I'm not here to pray. I'm simply waiting for . . ." "GET OUT!! " he cries. "Oh well, I tried." you think to yourself.