Almah takes a deep breath as Keeland ends his recitation. She removes the gag from Haidar's mouth and walks slowly back around her desk. She sits quietly for a long minute. Haidar stands silently in his bonds, his bearing regal. Though he is free to speak he does not do so.
"I fancy myself a good judge of character," Almah says, before fixing you with her intense gaze one by one. "You are my chosen men, and have proved yourselves well since I hired you. I tasked you with clearing the area surrounding Kelmarane and you are doing so. Never fear that you will be reprimanded for your sincere efforts to do my will."
Her gaze turns once more to the lycanthrope. "I had hoped not to use this except in extreme emergency, but 'blood will tell' as they say." She slides open a desk drawer and removes a scroll case. "Uncle Haidar, I have the means and the will to send you to a friend of mine in Katapesh. He is a priest high in Sarenrae's service and may be able to alleviate your condition. It will not be pleasant for you, I fear, and I suspect there will be a price to pay for whatever crimes you've committed. The Uncle I knew as a child would not flinch at such measures. I suppose we shall see if there's any of him left in you." As she speaks, she takes pen and paper and scribes a note. Folding and sealing it, she places it in Haidar's sash where it is plainly visible.
Moving decisively, she opens the scroll and begins to read. As she comes to the end of the scroll, she touches her Uncle lightly on the forehead and he winks from your sight. The merchant princess looks at the now empty space where he stood and sighs.
"Gentlemen, you've served me well. Rest for the night, and kindly resume your scouting of the area in the morning."
