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Message: <blockquote data-quote="scranford" data-source="post: 1935987" data-attributes="member: 19141">Seif-al-DinSeif still not completely comfortable with the strange language here keeps mainly to himself. He has lost some weight, as much of the food contained sausage, or some other pork products which were forbidden. He also prayed 3 times daily, and as long as the others left him alone to do his duty he would remain neutral. At least he could keep his head shaved, and his mustaches and beard trimmed here. Sure the beds were a bit short for his height, but they were at least semi clean. Seif wiped the sweat from his brow. How could one sweat in this cold clammy place. Still it felt good to practice, and he had Thunder-Kiss back in his hands again, Moshar be praised. Surprisingly this was not so different from military training in Araby. Sure the weapons and armor were different, and they were not trained for horseback combat. But the real question is, "Is there anyone here I would be willing to die for". After a month of training the question persisted.The short one was surprising, he was stronger than a desert deamon, and tougher than a camels foot. And once he got that barbaric axe of his he was quite frightning. I was not ready to die for him, yet maybe his skill at my side might keep us both alive.The skinny man was interesting as well. While obviously not a warrior, there was a feeling of power about him.There is a saying in my land that a serpent in the grass can kill as surely as a lion. Maybe this man was the serpent. Though a bit distant and whiny, I have the feeling he may yet show his worth.The other soldier, the one they called Guther looked as thought he could weild a blade with some proficiency. He seemed to be a compenant soldier, and his reactions and wit seemed to sharpen with each day. He seemed to be winning a battle with some inner deamons. Perhaps he could be a worthy companion, if he could keep that turmoil in check. As for the woman. Surely these easterners are strange. In Araby women did not serve as soldiers,with the exception of the deadly "spear dancers". Yet this one seemed to accept this fate as not shameful. Surely her brothers must be dead to allow her to grow up so. Even as a harlot she could not expect to suceed with her charm. Still she shot her bow as well as any man I had crossed, and were it not too long to be used from horseback, I would buy one for myself. And she seemed to stranger no the blade as well. I would keep one eye on her...........Finally we are to leave this god-forsaken city. My prayers have been answered. The arrogant one seemed to poscess some measure of power, and I have no problem addressing him as "my lord". Moshar is the only true god, but even a god needs angels, and I had learned not to judge a scroll by its case. He did seem to poscess a degree of power, so I would follow him. Every soldier needs a commander, and after I prove my worth I'm sure he will see me as his equal.</blockquote>

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