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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Foxbytes" data-source="post: 6969934" data-attributes="member: 6866331">[OOC][/OOC][align=left]http://i65.tinypic.com/29bk4t5.jpg[/align]Najiyah shared a love for the markets with her adoptive parents, where every kiosk was a stage and every merchant the star of their own performance.  In the true fashion of the Halfling culture, she fell into the colorful dance of boisterous street trade with effortless maneuvering, touching and sampling every ware in the blink of an eye while never once falling behind the pace of the group.  Quite the opposite, it was frequently more difficult for her escorts to keep up with her.But she was not as distracted or out of earshot as she rightly appeared to be; keenly aware of her surroundings at all time as was amde evident when she snagged a young pickpocket's childish hand from another man's purse behind her, even while her eyes were locked onto the odd stone nestled within a leather pouch held aloft before her.She haggled with the merchant with the speed of an auctioneer, but in the end she declined the Stone of Sir Nord Strom, the entire exchange having been a swift distraction from the true prize that was her target:  a grouping of smoky quartz crystals, for an absurd bargain.  Working her nimble charm as a magician might his hands, she left a befuddled merchant scratching his head and wondering what had just happened.Her satisfied smirk lifted into a quizzical expression as she heard her name mentioned, and she turned to face Kaniel.Her black eyes darkened and she pressed her lips more firmly together with a slight shake of her head.  "Do not judge the accusers too harshly my friend, their conclusions are not so outlandish when my position and power are so widely known.  I am not so concerned for myself as I am for the reputation of the Sheikh (May The Sands Protect His Steps).  Akilah's wise countenance should go a long way in remediation, but I am not the only one with gifts...nor are we lacking for gilded tongues around here."  She sent the half-orc a sly, but admiring look."I have no objection to the order in which we meet with the tradesmen, but I caution against lingering too long before meeting with Suelasta, or we'll find ourselves bartering over a half-starved mule and an ornery packrabbit.  Quickly, now..."Picking a path easily through the crowds, as though she herself were ethereal in the physical world, Najiyah disappeared down a narrow tapestry-filled alley only to emerge from a cloud of scarves to a salt-filled gust of wind and the cry of sea birds.  Somehow, she knew how to cut past the byways to lead them unerringly to the wharf-side auction house, where a brightly-painted Jina, whom must have had dwarf-blood in her, was easily recognizable.</blockquote>

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