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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Quickleaf" data-source="post: 7123188" data-attributes="member: 20323">[SECTION][align=left]http://i.imgur.com/rNCBfLQ.jpg[/align]The nomads' laughter resounds across the hilltop, echoing off rocks whose shadows dance in the fire light. They are quick to give Lal Qalandar the nickname "very wise man" after hearing the moral of his tale. The nomads spoon several soaked golden raisins onto the bearded dervish's plate as he ambles over toward the fire.Derafsh glances over at Lal for a moment before resuming looking at the fire, a plate of well-gnawed chicken bones at his feet where he squats upon a rock. Pushing a sparking log back into position, he glances over at the nomads and at the other rogues before speaking in a hushed voice, "Thirty years ago, not long by the standard tribal memories, the Haras al-Sirri and these men of House Bakr were enemies. Or if not these same men, then their fathers. On one side of me is the risk of a being tied to a camel and sent off into the desert if happen to recognize my face or decide to avenge himself for the sake of his people." Nodding to the rogues, where his elder brother Nimar al-Solak keeps one eye on Derafsh. "And at the other side of me my brother, whose allegiance to the deposed Sultan of Tajar runs deep even after his betrayal of us, perhaps deep enough to place a knife in my back should I not fall in line."As he explains his dilemma, Derafsh looks up in surprise as Lal Qalandar's camel has quietly come up behind him and begun licking raisins off his plate. Loud laughter comes from the nomads on the other side of camp, who give cries of "Sweet! Very wise man!" With a wry smile, Derafsh sets down the stick he was tending fire with, "My position is unenviable. What would you advise, oh traveler and teller-of-tales?"[/SECTION][SECTION][align=left]http://i.imgur.com/cJK6AIy.png[/align]Ajan bin Najon al-Yaqud is surprised to find Amina requesting to speak, sitting upright on the rock from the book of prayers he studies. "Handmaiden of Hakiyah, please," he gestures to some rocks that provide a pristine view of the crystalline clear desert moonlight and faint clouds moving across distant moonlit dunes. "I'm surprised you wished to speak to me without my cousin. I had begun to assume she has two shadows," Ajan observes with dry humor. "Al-Ganii? Hmm, no. Perhaps you mean Al-Ganij? It is an Akotan name," he gestures to the far west. "We sometimes trade with the men and burnt-skinned elves of Akota. I believe Al-Ganij is a district in their great slave city." For a moment Ajan falls quiet, seemingly at ease beneath the stars of his nativity. "What is your interest in this woman that you did not ask me in the presence of your lady?"[/SECTION]</blockquote>

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