"Well, I do not know about 'undermountain' folk," Hayder smiles. "There are few mountains this close to Phyrah's Heart, and the ancestors of Hurakan dwarves came up out of the sands. The city is beautiful, but I am surprised you do not take more pride in your people's work! The dwarves did indeed build this city, long ago, when magic was still strong thanks to the djinn. So, you were close, but it was dwarves that built Helatia and djinn that sculpted it. Or so the legend goes."
"Unfortunately for Conuld, few of our histories are written down in texts. Stories and songs are the way our past is preserved. Paper is valuable here, the trees have difficulty surviving the wind and heat, and stone, though plentiful, is difficult to write on. We do have a library, of sorts. It is not the Hurakan library, it is the Teuseunka ai Sairundan, located in our fair city of Helatia but shared by all the tribes of the Wind Deserts. It is off limits to most, but I can arrange a supervised browsing for you if you like," Hayder offers with a smile.
"And Kurgahz, I fear your words may be too true for my heart to bear." Hayder's smile diminishes some. "Ah, here we are, home at last, love. Go in and see your brothers. All of you, please, go in." Hayder grabs Shadya around the waste and lifts her up a few inches off the ground, then he tosses her lightly foward towards the door of the building before you. The building is simple compared to the other, public buildings in the city. No ornate cloud sculpturing here. It looks smallish, but the unfamiliar curvy architecture may be throwing off your spacial estimations. And it's bigger than other houses that you've seen in the city. Hayder lives a modest but privileged life.
[sblock=Finances: ]Only the ring and the two vials were magical. Conuld can try for a spellcraft to ID the vials.[/sblock]
[sblock=Shadya: ]I'd rather you played Rafiq and Amin. They're just kids, but you know them better than I do. I'll play Hayder and Rais. How am I doing so far? Daddy too serious? =) [/sblock]