[sblock=Shadya: ]OOC: In the future, let me roll your sense motive checks. If you get an incorrect reading, I don't want you to know. But we can't let this 20 go to waste, now can we!
The guard is certainly unfriendly towards Kurgahz, but he's not lying about the rule. And as far as she can tell by the limited conversation she's had with him, he seems to be very dedicated to the rules of the society. Shadya gets the feeling that this guard is not friends with her father, like Venka was, but this guard will certainly protect her father.[/sblock]
"Perhaps this... man is an exception to his cruel race, but I cannot make exceptions." He has a lot of trouble calling Kurgahz a man. "Perhaps it would be best if just you entered, Shadya yn..." he trails off, because the red curtain has just parted to reveal a tall, tanned, gray haired man. He has Shadya's eyes. "Thank you, Muhaimin. I wish to walk among the breeze anyway."
He turns to look at Shadya and stares at her for a moment, a sort of sad smile coming across his face. "Ah, Shadya, you look so... old... Come, I need a walk." He embraces her and leaves his arm around her shoulder as you navigate the maze of chambers again. Muhaimin follows you at a distance. As you walk, Shadya's father talks, "It is a long journey from Orussus, and I worried that you would not even receive my letter. But Phyrah Halor carried it to you, and that is good." To Shadya's companions he says, "I am Hayder, thank you for bringing my daughter safely to me. Please, introduce me to your companions."
