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</div></div>Life was difficult for Psammenitus. Despite his stunning looks, he was much older then he seemed. Only just coming to terms with modern life. It had been about a hundred and fifty years since the<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.ancient-origins.net%2Fhistory-ancient-traditions%2Fdisrespect-desecration-victorian-mummy-unwrapping-0010129&amp;hash=c488c36ce0cb47afa90023479716c128" href="https://www.ancient-origins.net/history-ancient-traditions/disrespect-desecration-victorian-mummy-unwrapping-0010129" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">unwrapping party</a>that freed him. Before that, he spent over five thousand years trapped in a sarcophagus. At least he was now present in the present.<br/><br/>Having assumed the modern identity of Sam Scott, the ancient Mummy wandered the streets of downtown Valesport. Heading to one of his regular hangouts. The One Night Stand.<br/><br/>Entering the bar, his red eyes moved over the other patrons. He lacked the ability to sense other supernatural species without planting a rather simple amulet on them. Which was too much effort in this setting. He used his right hand to help slick back his hair before making his way behind the bar. Nodding a greeting to Chance who he had seen here a couple times before.<br/><br/>Once behind the bar, he leaned against it, faveing towards the shelf of spirits. He had to admit that alcohol quality had definitely improved in the last five thousand years.