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<blockquote data-quote="Quickleaf" data-source="post: 7117487" data-attributes="member: 20323">[SECTION][align=left]http://i.imgur.com/cJK6AIy.png[/align]Knowing well Akilah's tone, Ajan offers a momentary smile of affection before pursing his lips. They are blood, even if distant, yet Akilah is also Vizier of Tajar. &quot;I feel... that it is more likely you'll encounter a liar in the City of Trade than here beneath the desert clouds with House Bakr.&quot; At once he answers the question and evades it. The sway of the bidad (camel saddle pads) becomes rhythmic as you settle into the journey. After a moment's reflection, Ajan continues in a quieter voice, &quot;You recall how my father Najon received an ill omen of what would befall him and his tribe if he remained in Tajar? As he told it to me: The night of revelry following their victory over Sultan al-Azrad, my father received a vision of a beautiful marid crying. When he asked her what was wrong, she turned to reveal she was cradling my father's severed head, lamenting that only sadness would follow House Bakr in Tajar. The next day he gathered what few tribesmen wished to return to the High Desert and departed.&quot;&quot;I, too, have received my own vision,&quot; he says as if straining, staring straight ahead into the desert with his mismatched green and copper eyes. &quot;It was like unto my father's: I was watching my hawk fly about our camp at sunset, when I felt a presence about me. A powerful djinn clad in sweeping silks stood before me, proclaiming that he bore a gift from Tajar. I could not tell whether I dreamt or it was real, and the moon seemed to cover the sun. I did not wish to see what was in the bundle he bore, but he revealed it regardless. My own severed head. It was a vision, my grandmother says, that if I enter Tajar I will never leave alive.&quot;[/SECTION]</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Quickleaf, post: 7117487, member: 20323"] [SECTION][align=left]http://i.imgur.com/cJK6AIy.png[/align]Knowing well Akilah's tone, Ajan offers a momentary smile of affection before pursing his lips. They are blood, even if distant, yet Akilah is also Vizier of Tajar. [b]"I feel... that it is more likely you'll encounter a liar in the City of Trade than here beneath the desert clouds with House Bakr."[/b] At once he answers the question and evades it. The sway of the [i]bidad[/i] (camel saddle pads) becomes rhythmic as you settle into the journey. After a moment's reflection, Ajan continues in a quieter voice, [b]"You recall how my father Najon received an ill omen of what would befall him and his tribe if he remained in Tajar? As he told it to me: The night of revelry following their victory over Sultan al-Azrad, my father received a vision of a beautiful marid crying. When he asked her what was wrong, she turned to reveal she was cradling my father's severed head, lamenting that only sadness would follow House Bakr in Tajar. The next day he gathered what few tribesmen wished to return to the High Desert and departed."[/b] [b]"I, too, have received my own vision,"[/b] he says as if straining, staring straight ahead into the desert with his mismatched green and copper eyes. [b]"It was like unto my father's: I was watching my hawk fly about our camp at sunset, when I felt a presence about me. A powerful djinn clad in sweeping silks stood before me, proclaiming that he bore a gift from Tajar. I could not tell whether I dreamt or it was real, and the moon seemed to cover the sun. I did not wish to see what was in the bundle he bore, but he revealed it regardless. My own severed head. It was a vision, my grandmother says, that if I enter Tajar I will never leave alive."[/b][/SECTION] [/QUOTE]

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