While in Yebu Nome, Bayek came across a man by a dock.
- Fire Eyes: Yes, it is me.
- Bayek: Amun be praised.
- Fire Eyes: The actor, the poet, the musician. I am the one they call Fire Eyes, the singer from Memphis.
- Bayek: Memphis? You are a long way from that city, neb.
- Fire Eyes: I am pining for my lyre.
- Bayek: Your... what?
- Fire Eyes: My instrument. She sank to the depths of the black waters. Lost when those Philistines sunk our ship down river.
- Bayek: Everyone is a music critic.
- Fire Eyes: She paid me a King's ransom to sing at her villa. How could I know that money came from smuggling wine? Would you find it? I will give you my fee from, the Lotus?
- Bayek: This shipwreck is too old to be the smugglers.
Bayek resurfaced and travelled to another site. He dived below the waters and investigated another wrecked felucca.
- Bayek: Wine amphorae from the Lotus' villa.
Bayek opened a chest and recovered a lyre. He returned to Fire Eyes with his instrument.
- Fire Eyes: I never thought I would see you again, my dearest!
- Bayek: That is kind but... ah, you are talking to the lyre.
- Fire Eyes: And you, savior, I will compose an epic song in your honor. An ode to the mighty... and your name?
- Bayek: Bayek of...
- Fire Eyes: Bayek... Bay-ek, Baaaay-ek. There is no rhyme for that, I will can you after my father... Shet.
- Bayek: So you'll be heading back to Memphis?
- Fire Eyes: No! I am done with that backwater. Thebes awaits! Come find me there when you tire of this cultural desert.
Bayek retrieved Fire Eyes' lyre from the shipwreck and returned it to him.