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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Snarf Zagyg" data-source="post: 9683560" data-attributes="member: 7023840">Shamal had followed the threads of fate and been away from the sands of his home for two seasons, and during this time had learned to channel the powers of the djinn and effectively fight with two shamshirs- the curved blades that were the traditional weapons of the Faishan. During his wanderings across the lands, he happened upon a small town wherein he heard a town crier's message about a need for adventurers, and an upcoming meet at a wizard's tower a fortnight's journey away. When Shamal heard the summons, it meant nothing to him. But the next morning, he felt drawn to journey to the tower, as if the summons was an hourglass and he was but a grain.Shamal entered the tower and removed the layers of cloth surrounding his head and face, and his mouth softened into an easy smile when he saw the lavish reception that the wizard Imani had prepared for his guests. Shamal knew nothing of the wizard, but had a keen appreciation for the wizard's hospitality. He quickly grabbed some fruit and cheese, and washed it down with water, as he watched the interactions between Urgan and Loklafd.Realizing he was a stranger here, and sensing that Urgan felt uncomfortable, Shamal walked up to Urgan and Loklafd.  A paradise without people is not worth stepping foot in, my friends. I am Shamal, and I am also here to learn of what cause we will be pledging our swords to.Shamal paused, and drank some more water. But until our host presents himself that we might thank him, perhaps it is best that we enjoy ourselves?With that, Shamal brought out a small hand drum (mirwas) and began rhythmically tapping on it, as he sang the story of how Rabb al-Wahah brought the monsoons. </blockquote>

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