[h3][color=0054a6][center]~Nebet~[/center][/color][/h3]

Nebet led Amen through the twisting corridors, avoiding the traps and through the illusory walls. For the most part they walked in silence. Nebet had nothing much to say, and though she would have liked to consult Amen a bit on the feelings for his father. She wasn't sure, but she felt like he didn't have much love for the man. Understandable, really, but hate wouldn't do good for the pharaoh. A pharaoh should be above such things and letting his personal feelings get in the way of doing what is necessary. Of course...Amen would likely heavily disagree with such a statement.

So she remained silent, standing outside of the room to give Amen a bit of privacy. Though, eavesdropping was something she couldn't help but to do. Perhaps she should speak to him about this after they return after all? Thutmose did the best he could, considering the circumstances and what she knew of the situation. At least he was motivated she supposed, but being motivated by hate, revenge, and similar feelings only would cloud ones judgement eventually. Perhaps not, though...only time would tell, really. She pushed such thoughts from her mind at the moment, though. The priestess merely sighed as she waited, gazing down the empty stone hallways. She wondered if she should just ditch the Pharoah. He could find his way out, right? It'd also be kinda funny. Wouldn't be the first time she...left one of her companions on their own in the middle of a trap-ridden tomb for giggles.

The thought brought a small smile and a quiet chuckle from the priestess just as Amen finished paying his respects. On their way back, she remains silent as ever, at least until Amen speaks to her. There were so many problems with what he was asking, it was actually quite funny. Not that he really knew why, though.

[color=0054a6]"Pharoah Amen,"[/color] She chuckled, shaking her head. [color=0054a6]"If I were to 'tell you like it is' I would likely be out of a job and back on the streets as a t-"[/color] Before she could finish that thought though, her eyes widened in surprise. A knife came flying from the shadows. She hadn't been using a single ounce of her magic to possibly detect intruders since she had been rather distracted. She ground her teeth together. She had been careless, if Amen had been standing even a few inches closer he'd be dead on her watch.

[color=#BAAED6]"I missed. I don't usually miss."[/color]

...that voice seemed familiar. Amen and the assailant exchanged brief words, the priests and priestesses being safe was a small comfort given their situation. As the assassin spoke, though, she couldn't help but to try and place the assassins voice. Lady Nebet? It was either Priestess or simply Nebet usually. Who would...?

[color=#BAAED6]"It's me, Yunre! After all this time... I never thought I'd see you alive again."[/color]

[color=0054a6]"Apologies, Pharoah Amen. This is an old,"[/color] She hesitated for a moment. [color=0054a6]"Friend of mine."[/color] Her eyes narrowed at Yunre. She took a step forward, placing the head of her Fan Axe between Amen and Yunre. [color=0054a6]"Yunre. I would have hoped you would have cleaned up your life a little. Judging from the circumstances, I assume you are here for the Pharoah's life? Out of respect for our former relationship, I would honestly dislike fighting you. So I am giving you fair warning. I would advise you to leave and cease this foolishness, old friend. If not,"[/color] She brandished the weapon, holding it in both hands and pointing Yunre. [color=0054a6]"Then I will drag you to prison myself and I won't be able to save you this time."[/color]

Out of all the things that could happen, this was on the list of 'worst possible things' scenarios. Not that she wasn't confident in her ability to defend Amen and herself from Yunre, quite the opposite. With the both of them she was quite certain they could handle him as long as they didn't get careless. This was a much more personal matter than Nebet wanted. Out of all the outcomes, she had never expected to fight her former friends in a manner such as this. It would hurt more than a little if she had to carry out that promise.

Judging from that smile Yunre was giving though, surrendering wasn't even on the list of things he was going to be considering.