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<blockquote data-quote="Quickleaf" data-source="post: 7192162" data-attributes="member: 20323">[SECTION]&quot;A sheikh's daughter...noble blood? Let them in, Hadia,&quot; comes the voice from the dimly lit room. Nodding with silent respect, the caravanserai mistress pulls the curtain all the way open, motioning for Akilah and Lal to enter. She follows a few steps behind you.[/SECTION][SECTION][align=left]http://i.imgur.com/Hztofyg.jpg[/align] Cots and blankets line the walls of the room, and the strong smell of various herbs and resins assails your nostrils including frankincense, myrrh, cassia, and laurel. Some of the cots bear blood stains, but all are empty save one. Malsoor the Water-bearer reclines on a bed near the end of the 40' long room, a text in one hand that he'd been reading before you entered. He appears to be a half-elf of middle age, though his skin is unusually pale with a hint of ghoulish blue. About his neck is a dark indigo scarf, wrapped in such a way as to stem the flow of blood from a wound.&quot;Ah, that's better. You are holy people, are you not?&quot; he inquires in a softer raspy voice, taking stock of your robes. &quot;Are you on a pilgrimage? To the Desert Mosque in the north perhaps? Come closer...&quot; Sniffing the air, Malsoor furrows his brows. &quot;I am not the only one who is wounded, it would seem...&quot;[/SECTION]</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Quickleaf, post: 7192162, member: 20323"] [SECTION][b]"A sheikh's daughter...noble blood? Let them in, Hadia,"[/b] comes the voice from the dimly lit room. Nodding with silent respect, the caravanserai mistress pulls the curtain all the way open, motioning for Akilah and Lal to enter. She follows a few steps behind you.[/SECTION] [SECTION][align=left]http://i.imgur.com/Hztofyg.jpg[/align] Cots and blankets line the walls of the room, and the strong smell of various herbs and resins assails your nostrils including frankincense, myrrh, cassia, and laurel. Some of the cots bear blood stains, but all are empty save one. Malsoor the Water-bearer reclines on a bed near the end of the 40' long room, a text in one hand that he'd been reading before you entered. He appears to be a half-elf of middle age, though his skin is unusually pale with a hint of ghoulish blue. About his neck is a dark indigo scarf, wrapped in such a way as to stem the flow of blood from a wound. [b]"Ah, that's better. You are holy people, are you not?"[/b] he inquires in a softer raspy voice, taking stock of your robes. [b]"Are you on a pilgrimage? To the Desert Mosque in the north perhaps? Come closer..."[/b] Sniffing the air, Malsoor furrows his brows. [b]"I am not the only one who is wounded, it would seem...[/b]"[/SECTION] [/QUOTE]

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