Zamonth turned his head to the side as the Priestess spoke, and as she finished, his eyebrow twitched.
"Ahem." His hand lowered from his sword hilt as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"I'm sorry to speak 'out of turn', Mighty Pharaoh. But let's get two things straight here you palace servants." At this point, only Amen would currently be aware, but Zamonth had just crossed over into Level 2 agitation. He was keeping his cool for Amen's sake but he had a thing about being respected, not only for his sheer power, but his determination and unyielding will to accomplish any task. Many a bounty hunters, soldiers, and the like had made the mistake of treating Zamonth like a mindless grunt and had their face throughly smashed in or were humiliated in contests of endurance and pain. Zamonth was quite easily agitated sometimes, but his entire way of life was built upon aggressive principles and never letting anyone see you as weak, lest they take advantage of you.
Amen would know there was no point to interrupt Zamonth, especially that he had a strong distaste for royalty and their people, but he would be able to promptly defuse him once his rant was over. After all, while Zamonth did use his physique to intimidate others, Amen knew he would not senselessly resort to violence in a circumstance like this. Not if the tension could be dissipated before it got to that point.
"One. I don't care about your royal titles and positions, but last I checked I was invited here not as Amen's chump buddy, but to serve your great Pharaoh and ensure that not only is he well protected, but as he's been taught by me already, he should continue being taught and practicing his combat skills against the only one able to spar against his royalty. So call me his Vizier or whatever you want, but I am going to be here right next to him the entire way, and you damn well bet that my opinion will be just as deciding as yours." Despite the fact that the Priestess was looking away from him now, the sheer annoyance in his voice could be heard.
"Two. When a giant desert monster tries to drag you into the Nile River, drown you and devour your limbs while you scream and choke, you will want me to leap in there after any one of you at the blink of an eye, not after I make my way from the room of some inn because you're all on 'official business'. Please, feel comfortable discussing anything you would in front of Amen, in front of me." Zamonth could not help but feel out of place and become defensive, but at the very least, one could see his strong loyalty to Amen.
"Now, please. Continue." Moving from behind the Viziers and to the side of the room, it did not seem Zamonth was at all interested in anything anyone had to say at this point.
