The shopkeeper finally looks up. "Oh! Hello. I hadn't noticed anyone come in. What's your name, again?"

You politely remind her and she peruses a clipboard with quite a few sheets of paper attached. It's a GIANT list of names. "I'm sorry. You don't appear to be on the list. I can only award prizes to those who had some hand in helping restore Sakhmet and it appears that you aren't one of them. Thanks a lot, buddy!" She sighs and sits back down in her chair. You fear she's resumed her daydreaming and there's nothing left to do but head back out into the desert.

wasnt there durign the plot