An shrug was earned from the once Medjay. He had seen all manner of dress across the land of Egypt. Greek, Roman, Egyptian. Soldier, priest, bread maker. It hardly mattered. Another layer of society that would seem to translate from one to the next. Even then, none were dressed quiet like him.

"Ah, so, they demand tribute." Bayek held a tone of respect in his voice. While they were not his gods, they were no doubt as real as those that the Greeks worshiped in Alexandria. He gave a nod and a small hmm. Yes, it would be wise to not offend any potential gods that could have turned their ears towards them. "It can be hard to interpret the will of the gods. Have you no priest or priestess that communes to them on your behalf?"

Something bothered the young man beside him. His body spoke of a deep pain, but, Bayek did not press. It was not for him to know.