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<blockquote data-quote="Quickleaf" data-source="post: 7162346" data-attributes="member: 20323">[SECTION][align=left]http://i.imgur.com/OjdbQkN.png[/align]Hearing the informal introductions using only first names, Khafaz grows wary. While Harun and the others do not appear to be bandits... well, good bandits would devise ways to conceal their nature. Furrowing thick black brows, the lanky caravan master glances back at the line of a dozen camels behind him coming down the escarpment. &quot;You'll forgive me if I practice discretion, Harun al-Tajar (of Tajar). In the Giants' Caltrops, voices echo across the stones, and there is no telling who could be listening. Maybe even the raiders who've been attacking caravans.&quot; Khafaz's insinuation is artfully handled to avoid delivering insult; clearly he's a man used to hard negotiating.[/SECTION][SECTION][align=left]http://i.imgur.com/yF0gDKT.png[/align]Upon sensing that Khafaz grows suspicious, his lackey advances to several paces behind the caravan master. Standing nearly seven feet tall, his lackey is a shy homely man with slumped shoulders suggesting low self-esteem, a bulbous nose, droopy eyes, and unusually large ears. He wears a white aba (robe) and a black-and-white checkered keffiyeh (head scarf) like Khafaz, with a jambiya (curved dagger) and scimitar at his belt. Clearly not grasping Khafaz's insinuation, he leans in and whispers, &quot;Khafaz, the camels are tired. May I water them with the magic decanter from Qaybar?&quot; Qaybar, as you know, is the mystical City of the Jann whispered to have returned to Zakhara.[/SECTION][SECTION][align=left]http://i.imgur.com/OjdbQkN.png[/align]Cursing under his breath, Khafaz massages his temples to ameliorate his anger at his lackey's poor social skills. &quot;Yes, Turin, water the camels. I am sure your graces are well-received among the camels. Gods above, save me from impatience.&quot;[/SECTION]</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Quickleaf, post: 7162346, member: 20323"] [SECTION][align=left]http://i.imgur.com/OjdbQkN.png[/align]Hearing the informal introductions using only first names, Khafaz grows wary. While Harun and the others do not appear to be bandits... well, good bandits would devise ways to conceal their nature. Furrowing thick black brows, the lanky caravan master glances back at the line of a dozen camels behind him coming down the escarpment. [b]"You'll forgive me if I practice discretion, Harun al-Tajar (of Tajar). In the Giants' Caltrops, voices echo across the stones, and there is no telling who could be listening. Maybe even the raiders who've been attacking caravans."[/b] Khafaz's insinuation is artfully handled to avoid delivering insult; clearly he's a man used to hard negotiating.[/SECTION] [SECTION][align=left]http://i.imgur.com/yF0gDKT.png[/align]Upon sensing that Khafaz grows suspicious, his lackey advances to several paces behind the caravan master. Standing nearly seven feet tall, his lackey is a shy homely man with slumped shoulders suggesting low self-esteem, a bulbous nose, droopy eyes, and unusually large ears. He wears a white aba (robe) and a black-and-white checkered keffiyeh (head scarf) like Khafaz, with a jambiya (curved dagger) and scimitar at his belt. Clearly not grasping Khafaz's insinuation, he leans in and whispers, [B]"Khafaz, the camels are tired. May I water them with the magic decanter from Qaybar?"[/B] Qaybar, as you know, is the mystical City of the Jann whispered to have returned to Zakhara.[/SECTION] [SECTION][align=left]http://i.imgur.com/OjdbQkN.png[/align]Cursing under his breath, Khafaz massages his temples to ameliorate his anger at his lackey's poor social skills. [b]"Yes, Turin, water the camels. I am sure your graces are well-received among the camels. Gods above, save me from impatience."[/b][/SECTION] [/QUOTE]

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