“I have guests of some form or another,” he replied easily with a smile. Thoth understood the Greek's concern, even if it wasn't voiced directly. However, he knew the breadth of power in his incantations and powers and had no fear of attack. Thoth was a son of Re, he and his siblings were rarely trifled with for good reason. “It could be any number of a long list of things from a off season set of offerings to delivery of oil or papyrus...” he chuckled. The bulk of the noise started to migrate off into other portions of the temple. Storage?
Hmm. Delivery, then.
Thoth opened his mouth to speak again when the priest returned... empty handed and frowning. Looking him over, Thoth had to ask, “where is the pitcher? Are we out? That's impossible.”
The priest shook his head, frown firmly in place. “She took it.”
“She?” Thoth turned his head toward the entryway, more curious now. “Who?...” But then a surge of loud, somewhat jovial, arguing in another language came from the front rooms. Instantly, a broad smile formed on his face as he turned back around and waved the priest away. It was alright. “I have guests, Kratos. Sumerian ones, it appears.”