Amon sighed and said, "Fine. . .I suppose that I can look into it if you get me some books. It might take me a while though. Take these humans to their bedrooms, please."
"One of-. . . Fine then. . ." Amon gets off of his throne and stands where everyone can see him. "Does anyone here speak our language? I need a personal translator to help me speak with these humans. And. . .you don't have to marry me if you ate my translator."
Most of the women stayed silent, shrinking away from him. They clearly didn't understand-but Amon was perceptive. VERY perceptive. Which meant he noticed the way one of the women's eyes widened when he mentioned marriage
Amon could see that at that point, everyone was panicking. Screaming and the sound of running footsteps filled the hall. Amon could understand their fear, but he was still getting annoyed by the second. "Silennccceeeee!"
