*Seti MeryemPtah MenMaatRe (and other name tags dangling at his belt) looks around with a baffled mien and smacks his crook and flail in the counter:*

"My Royal Self are not amused by what we see! Camels?? In this most holy of resting places?? And trinkets, the origin of which is, to say the least obscure! Not to mention the gawking throngs of people cluttering up our hallway! Give me something stiff to drink - at once!"