Zamonth offered no objection to Qar's additional stops. [b][color=662d91]"Well, let's get on with it then."[/color][/b] He followed Qar out the room and around the village as he made his deliveries. On the last stop, he listened intently as the woman and Qar exchanged words. From what the woman described, he knew instantly what was wrong with the boy. He had witnessed sickness from water poisoning on several occasions. Back on his island, when the lost foolishly drank still water, and in the slums of cities as well. But, there was no reason for people so near the palace to be drinking water in such conditions. There was enough water to at least survive, but the palace was not distributing water evenly. No, they needed more water for their baths and their dry lips, beaten from the sun and sandy air. Whereas the poor and slaves had to savor every drop and risk their health by drinking from filthy pools of water. 

Qar going out of his way to help the village people was a good display of character for Zamonth. Given the position he had now, the village was no longer his primary responsibility. But he continued to help others out of his own desire, an ambition to help others. It would seem as if he had no ill intention for Amen and would not be a bad person to have around. Unless he was simply playing a role. As Qar thanked Zamonth, he simply shrugged carelessly.

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[color=662d91]"Don't worry about it. Let's just get something to eat."[/color][/b]

Zamonth had taken several large stone cups of wine to go along with his food, and they were now lined up neatly before his plate. Before enjoying his food, he eagerly took one of the cups and enjoyed a few rather large sips of the wine. It was not very strong, but it would be enough to ease him from the day he had. Hearing Qar speak, he placed his cup down and watched him with a curious look on his face. 

[b][color=662d91]"I have traveled quite a bit. And I could tell you about a few different places, but . . .  Honestly, I might as well tell you about most brutal of them all. Wild imaginings and tall tales? That is what most of the stories you hear are. There is a place however, North of Egypt and out in the middle of the ocean. An island where monsters really do exist. I mean, monsters exist everywhere. But on this island monsters are normal. In the warm waters around the island, agile and powerful beasts lurk, devouring local prey and waiting for the opportunity to snatch any weary swimmers. Go out even deeper into the cold deep blue and you'll find creatures so large that they could swallow an entire ship. That is what our coast is like!"[/color][/b] He chuckled as his eyes drifted, his mind obviously recalling the image of a large sea beast. 

[b][color=662d91]
"Then you get to our jungles, oh and not to mention the [i]people[/i]. Actually, before I continue though."[/color][/b] Zamonth's  piercing eyes came back to Qar. [b][color=662d91]"I wanted to ask you. Why the sudden change of opinion in Amen? Before it was obvious that you all looked at him as just another kid, a failure waiting to happen. And I'm sure you still have that as an option in your mind. But when you came back you looked at him differently. And if I'm not mistaken, you were trying to avoid breaking the straw on the camel's back, the back of the Dreaded Demon Goddess of the Crypt!"[/color][/b] Zamonth's gaze was now bearing down on Qar with a new kind of intimidating aura; not one fueled by physical dominance, but instead a burning desire to gain what one was seeking through any means. And right now Zamonth was seeking a very honest answer from Qar, who would be very near someone he cared about. A dishonest or simply the wrong answer would surely trigger a strong dislike from Zamonth.