Captain of the Guard MC being Narmer's loyal guard dog, would lay their life for nothing in return, over protective to a fault, always attentive and at the ready for their beloved master. Narmer is their moral compass, their North Star in the darkest of night, the hand that wields the weapon. If Narmer demands it Captain MC makes it happen. If he asks for the stars, Captain MC asks how many. Captain MC always at attention at Narmer's side, an always present shadow but also a confident, a friend.
The group, watching as MC rearranges their own blankets for Narmer so that he doesn't have to sleep on the bare ground:
Qenna: "What did you do to that poor soul to make them into a perfect little soldier?"
Narmer: "Nothing. They keep doing these gestures. I did not ask for them."
Tabiry: "They certainly seem very... dedicated."
Qenna, grinning: "Do you think I can teach them to fetch me a beer?"
MC, without looking up: "Sure, I can do that. Would you like an extra dagger in the guts with it? I'll give it to you free of charge."
Qenna, taking a step back, whispering to Narmer: "You know what? Put your dog on a leash. It bites."
Narmer: "You deserved that."