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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Quickleaf" data-source="post: 7191275" data-attributes="member: 20323">[SECTION][align=left]http://i.imgur.com/WGHPLiw.png[/align]Either Hadia's cup overflows with courteous compassion, or she is well practiced at not betraying the usual tells associated with liars and thieves. "Thankfully, we were blessed by Jisan of the Floods with ample rains last year. Even so, our cistern was running dangerously low. The rationing was not as hard as the anxiety, wondering whether I would have enough water for my sons and servants. Excuse me, I shall return shortly. This way..." She smiles softly, leading Lal Qalandar and Akilah down a passageway until their footsteps can't be heard any more.[/SECTION]* * *[SECTION][align=left]http://i.imgur.com/WGHPLiw.png[/align]"Malsoor is a veteran of fighting between the Pearl Cities and the Children of the Bull. It must have been thirty years ago," explains Hadia as she leads you through the sandstone cut halls. Her voice is soft, as if there are others at the caravanserai – or what's left of it – whom she does not wish to wake. Thirty years ago would have been around the same time as the civil war in Tajar, City of Trade. "He is...a private man...a man of few words...I..." furrowing her brow, Hadia sighs being at a loss for words. "Please don't distress him. He needs to heal from his wounds. Here we are..."Arriving at a closed linen curtain woven with golden embroidery, Hadia pauses and bows her head listening. Faint rumbling coughing comes from within the room. "Waterbearer? The desert brings you two visitors. They are skilled in the practice of medicine..." Waiting a moment longer, she hesitantly brings her hand to the diaphanous white curtain, beginning to draw it aside.[/SECTION][SECTION]Thereupon, a raspy voice comes from within the room, which is lit by oil lamps kept at a dim flame to preserve fuel. "More physicians? I have had my fill of traitors." There is an unnervingly smooth quality to the voice despite the gravely rumble in its throat. Squinting your eyes, you're able to make out the faint outline of a figure some 40 feet into the room propped up on a bed."You've not come bearing water blessed by holy men, nor sacramental oils, or powdered saint's bones? I will not suffer such foolish things in my presence." After a moment, it is evident that the aged voice speaks to the two of you. "Neither will I tolerate needles, instruments designed to pierce the flesh, nor magic blades blazing with the light of the sun." There seems to be a wry twist of humor to the raspy voice, but as soon as it is detectable it fades. "If you do not bear any such things, then you have nothing to fear from me...ack...ack...ack..."[/SECTION][GM]What are your current hit points  [MENTION=23]Ancalagon[/MENTION] and  [MENTION=6814006]Thateous[/MENTION]? IIRC Lal is just slightly injured and Akilah is uninjured?[/GM]</blockquote>

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