Amon waited silently as the woman set about herself, eventually she started to pack her belongings before glaring at him and inquiring 'Why are you still here?'

At this Amon cocks his head, almost an imitation of Kalophis. He crouches down picking up the jam still at his feet and opens the top, raising it to his face so he can smell the aroma, it smelt sweet, almost sickly to him. Then again he was more used to rough bread and spices than he was sweet preserves. He turned without answering the woman's question and placed a hand on Ozmuzhd large slopping brow, the colossal lizard raised his head opening his eyes lazily to regard Amon. Amon held the jar up in front of Ormuzhd, the lizard's huge tongue darted out scenting the air. Then Amon placed the jar down in the sand in front of Ormuzhd, the lizards tongue darted out and he started dipping the tip of his long tongue into the preserve, clearly enjoying the sweet taste.

Amon turned, 'This is Ormuzhd, a giant salamander he has served me faithfully for many years. From what I can tell you are familiar with smaller relatives of his no? Your mind says as much even if you do not give the words voice. But I shall ask you again, from where do you hail, give me a name' Amon paused, his voice then took on a harsh and slightly more aggressive tone, his hand resting on the hilt of Ra'kes, 'And what do you intend in this desert?'