Walking out from the large golden doors beside Amen, Zamonth curiously looks around the glowing palace. [b][color=662d91]"Yeah I guess so."[/color][/b] He shrugged nonchalantly. [b][color=662d91]"It is kind of bright though. Everywhere I look, I have sun reflecting in my eyes."[/color][/b] His voice, though he wasn't trying to speak loudly, was naturally booming. Some of the officials closer to the them could hear his comment as they gave odd sideways glances to each other. They were probably already confused enough to see someone in his attire, but to hear someone speak of their great palace like this was probably unheard of and quite insulting.

As everyone erupted in praise, Zamonth was just as taken back as Amen was. He wasn't impressed though. In his experience, those that that tried too hard to like someone they didn't know or care for was only their way of trying to earn good favor amongst someone who had more power than they did. But as patiently as he could, out of respect and loyalty to Amen, he remained quiet the remainder of the time and watched everyone exchange formalities. 

Once the late Pharaoh's wife appeared, he raised a suspicious eyebrow. Not only was she younger than himself, she was almost Amen's age! Either she was flat out used, or had some conniving intention that didn't quite work out once the Pharaoh died and Amen took over. He'd keep an eye on her. Simply nodding his head when Amen introduced him, he then followed after a servant to what would be his new room apparently. All he really cared about now was getting something in his stomach.

Once he was finished bathing, or rather, having been bathed by his several hostesses, Zamonth made his way back to where he saw Amen walk off to. As he found Amen's room, he quietly appeared behind the group of Viziers that was greeting Amen.

[color=662d91][b]"Tattooed brute, ay?"[/b][/color] From his overwhelming height, his cold and emotionless eyes stared down heavily on the old man that dared speak of him in such a manner. [color=662d91]"[b]Perhaps, I should show you some of this brute's brutality? I may not know anything about your dingy palace but I know a thing or two about smashing heads. Or if that's not disciplined enough for you, maybe you want to see some swordplay?"[/b][/color] Zamonth reached behind his back and wrapped his fingers around the hilt of his giant broadsword that was now strapped to his back. He had no intention of really acting on anything, but the fear he would instill in this spineless man before him would be enough to permanently keep his mouth shut and think twice before so much as even uttering Zamonth's name. It wasn't a direct threat, as again, he was here to support Amen, but he was the furthest thing from a pushover.

[color=662d91][b]"And who are these guys? I don't know if you got the message. But Amen is already being protected, and I can teach him anything he needs to know about combat. Surely, you aren't trying to insult your great Pharaoh and his powerful friend. Is that why you didn't send for me and I had to find my own way here?"[/b][/color] His hand was still tightly clasping his sword hilt.