[@Almosegosum][@Master Crim]

Ignoring the officers, Khnemu confidently stomped over to where Zatanna was crouching. Clenching his fists, he unwrapped up to his arms, the bandages on his arms touching the ground. These men were all dressed the same, they seemed to be protecting the others, but they were still presumably cultists.

Looking around, he noticed a woman wearing shorts far too short in one of the transports, confused by this, Khnemu came to the conclusion that she was a prostitute. Pointing a finger at her, Khnemu relished the moment as the rest of the crowd looked at each other confusedly.

[color=blanchedalmond]"That woman, she is in a state of undress. I will not have a prostitute anywhere near me. The gods frown on her actions, as do I. If she does not remove herself from my presence, I will show her how poor her decisions are."[/color] Turning to the officer who had spoken earlier, Khnemu growled beneath his breath. [color=blanchedalmond]"And you will have more respect for an avatar of the god of death. If you wish to remove my cloak, you may not like what happens as a result."[/color]

Turning back to Malacoda, Khnemu watched as the sorcerer toyed with his dog, in a way that caused Khnemu some distress.

[color=blanchedalmond]"Hurry yourself Malacoda Zatanna, I wish not to be involved with this any more than necessary."[/color] He spoke, his voice belying his frustration.