Zamonth took in a giant breath and exhaled loudly. [b][color=662d91]"Phew. Finally."[/color][/b] Standing from his seat and moving from the corner he had been in for the majority of the proceedings, Zamonth began stretching his arms; first with his arms bent and pulled behind his head, and then with one arm pulling the other across his chest. [b][color=662d91]"Now that [i]this[/i] is over with. Festivals mean fine cuisine, right?"[/color][/b] Zamonth rubbed his hands together eagerly, his eyes gleaming like a hungry crocodile about to snap it's prey in two with its massive jaws. He then continued his stretch, twisting his body and legs in athletic gestures. [b][color=662d91]"Now this place may be a dry well, sucked of its nutrients from the miserable people that live here, but I've yet to find a hellish place on this rock that hasn't had at least one good dish. One local delicacy."[/color][/b] 

Finishing his stretching now, Zamonth's eyes, still full of intent, turned and locked onto Qar. 

[b][color=662d91]"So, I have faith in my good Vizier that he will be able to show me to and around the food stands that have been presented in not only Pharaoh Amen's honor, but his respected and valuable ally Zamonth as well, right?" [/color][/b] Though he was talking informally and about food, his expression did not change. He did not smile or hint that this was a making of friendship. Perhaps Zamonth had suspected Amen and Qar of their earlier escapades, or at the very least knew Qar had witnessed some kind of event occur that involved Amen. Of course Zamonth would want to know about anyone that threatened Amen, though not out of overprotection. He knew Amen could handle himself just fine against mostly anyone, especially some low life slavers. He wouldn't even care how Amen handled himself in combat if the opponents were so weak that he took them out in single blows. But if there was anyone left of those that attacked Amen here in Egypt, no matter if they were from the kingdom or not, he would make sure to obliterate their remaining members. Zamonth was not oblivious to all the snakes that would be slithering about, waiting to sink their venom into Amen as he slept.

On the other hand, Zamonth could just be hungry and see Qar as the easiest person to manipulate. After all, Vizier or not, he was still the healer and definitely not as aggressive as either Satiah or Nebet. [b][color=662d91]"We don't have to start with anything in particular, I've got a pretty big appetite."[/color][/b] And that would be evident to anyone who knew how much Zamonth had eaten just before the speech drafting had taken place.