Salahuddin steps forward looking at the Al-Aeshma. The Sha'ir tucks his hands into the sleeves of his robe and looks around casually before speaking.
"I would greet you as a noble djinn but one of the Al-Aeshma holds little care for the traditions of the Lords of Air. You speak of truths and wishes yet I fear they will be as sand to a parched throat. I am no simple desert tribesman cowed by Djinn magics. I have been to the Citadel and trained in the secrets of the Sha'ir. I know of the wishbond and the punishment heaped on one who breaks the oath. The Al-Aeshma cannot be trusted as pride corrupts their very being. This I was taught by the Mistress of the Northern Gale. What can you say that would make me believe the truths that fall from your lips?"
Salahuddin waits patiently for the Al-Aeshma's reply.