Amon took a guard's stance, politely at attention for the formalities, as the wounded guard approached, damn what happened there? Vaguely aware that the children behind him were doing their own form of guarding, making him guess that they haven't really met many others just yet.

We seek help It was obvious enough, from the smell coming from Tyra, but still needed to be addressed. Princess Tyra's wound has soured, and we're too far from Jakten for her to make the journey home, Satriya is her only hope He motioned then to the older children. Pharaoh Nephthys has sent her children to assist our journey, since I am unable to hunt with this leg, this is Prince Khyan and Princess Idalie So many titles, he had forgotten how little Jakten cares about formalities beyond dominance. We had been healing in the north, after the magic of this world transported us into a battle, waiting for the princess to be able to stabilize enough to move

He's purposefully left his own name out of the equation, announcing himself as unimportant. A set piece, in the grand scheme of things.

Then, because he was sure that these younger Egyptians wouldn't know the Old Tongue, he swapped to Arabic. A little bit of a manipulative move, perhaps, and there were no guarantees the guard would actually know what he was saying, but he did it anyway. ستكون الملكة ممتنةً لو شفى قومُكم ابنتَها. (The Queen would be grateful if your people healed her daughter.) his pronunciation was perfect, like he had never spoken english in the first place, his deep tones giving it more weight.