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Legend
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Sheikh Ali al-Hadd rests wearily in his chambers, frowning at the blue misty gen before him. Summoning him! May the Great Gods preserve him from the arrogance of genies and their masters! He rests in a great wooden chair, cracking the seal on an official correspondence when Salahuddin views the Sheikh through Easifa's eyes."Peace onto you, sha'ir. How is the Vizier?" he immediately inquires.
Upon hearing mention of his nephew Ajan's name, the Sheikh scowls heavily, "Troops to Ajan? He really is addled by sunstroke if he thinks that I'd send soldiers to him, depleting Tajar's garrison at a time like this." When his initial reaction subsides, the Sheikh thinks for a moment, "My son Afzal is honorary commander of our cavalry. He is aided by a most skilled askara (female soldier) Hatia min-Turab who handle the day-to-day matters of command." Though the Sheikh does not call out his son's incompetence as such, the concern and disappointment are written on his aging face. "Perhaps she received the letter and knew it would displease me..." Yet the words leaving his mouth trail off, as the Sheikh appears unconvinced of his own theory. "If my son spent more time attending to matters of state and less trying to woo Dulcet Riqqiyah, perhaps this mistake would not have been made."
Resting in his callused hands is a letter bearing a merchant's seal. Sheikh Ali listens to Salahuddin's voice issuing from the floating gen, his scowl deepening when Salahuddin asserts that someone close to the Sheikh may be deceiving him. "I see. Well, I would not have made it this far as Sheikh if I did not always remain vigilant, oh sha'ir. Is there more news you bear for me?"[/SECTION]
Sucking in his cheek, Derafsh smugly probes the fire which grows lower and lower as the evening deepens. The way his diffuse vision scans for desert threats (or a knife in the back) while tending it shows he is no stranger to life beyond the city gates. "He is not the Sultan of much these days, books in monastery perhaps, but yes he is alive. At least the last I heard. During the rebellion, the Grand Caliph answered Sheikh Ali's plea – then the Sheikh was barely a young man – with a fleet of mamluks. They took Al-Azrad in chains back to Huzuz where he was tried...recanted..." at this, Derafsh smiles wryly like he doesn't believe it for a second, "...and sent to a monastery of Zann the Learned in the hill country near Wasat to meditate on his sins, a most honored guest." Derafsh pauses in his explanation with a glance to Lal Qalandar to clarify that the line between guest and prisoner must be very thin for the deposed Sultan.
Ajan bin Najon al-Yaqud raises his hands in a prayerful gesture, his doubts about the handmaiden Amina allayed. "Perhaps your mistress, my cousin, will have further truths to share in the morning. Peace, handmaiden," says Ajan in his quiet voice, mismatched eyes twinkling like stars of the desert night.[/SECTION]
Nimar, his eyes locked in a permanent squint, points to the foothills to the southeast, "Jabir's tomb is somewhere in this region. The treasure you promised you'd help us seek, Vizier." Though his tone remains saccharine and polite, it is clear Nimar is the sort of man who only gives when he knows he can get. "It cannot be far. We are so close, it would be a shame to not search for it. Have you discerned the secrets of the map from the spellbook?" He gazes from Akilah to Salahuddin.[/SECTION]