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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Yellow Sign" data-source="post: 708872" data-attributes="member: 5619">The streets smelled of spices and jasmine. The trees along the busy street where in full bloom. Men and women hawked there wares. Calling out to the passing throng. Heavy laden carts pulled by water buffalo parted the crowds like water. Several stands hide cooking fires, pots, and plates of freshly cooked dishes. Laborers with only a loincloth as cover ate, talked, and laughed beside them. White robed Brahmins walked down the street, the masses gave them a bow of respect and a few called out a request for a blessing. Sword bearing Singh of the city guard question a merchant. The man gesturing wildly at the broken door of his shop. A tall elepant carries a high ranking Ksiatriya and his young bride. The elepant is panted white and decorated in mulitcolored flowers. This was the city of Bhalluka in the first days of spring. Mira Inuska was late. Sweet is dripping into her eyes and she rushed down the street. She has almost fallen a couple of times as she dodges past people and animals. She was delayed by the haggling of a sly stone mason. It was her job to arrange the repair of a wall at the temple and it was harder than she thought it would be. Aditya Balava, the head Brahmin of the temple of Mahabhalla, was going to skin her alive for being late to his summons. Her feet pounded on the temple steps as she took them four at a time. She found him mediating infront of the large golden statue of Mahabhalla a small group of people waited a few steps away. She wondered who they where and what was going on?Adus Chwain was bored. He hated to be confined in the city. His heart ached for the thrill of the chase and the clean air of the jungle. But orders where orders. And now he waited on the attention of a withered bald headed Brahmin. The orders where specific, go to the temple of Mahabhalla and do as the head priest wanted. As for now his wishes were for those there to wait and be silent. He glanced at those around him. and he wondered what was fate the Devas had instore for him. Zhangyong was hungery. He had just arrived in the city this morning and had been on the move ever since. He had not even had time to grab something to eat. The smells of the cook fires and fresh fruits outside the temple caused his mouth to water. But with a firm resolve he sat quitely and mediated as the aged Brahmin did infront of him. Zhangyong soon found his balance point and the pangs of hunger disappeared. With this hightened state his mind realised that his fate was in the hands of the Devas and that he should have patience. Yudhistra Mustaranak was curious. His lords difference to the old Brahmin was something he had not seen before. His master Surya Tapan was a hard and powerful man. And he was used to getting his own way but the honored respect he showed the Brahmin was totally out of character. Yudhistara sat quitely by his master as the Brahmin mediated before the great gilded statue of Mahabhalla. Though Yama was his patron Devas. All great spirits where due there honor. Surya Tapan's hasty orders to come to Bhalluka was a complete suprise but Yudhistra tried to hide it. A warrior should expect the unexpected. But he could keep the questions of of his mind.</blockquote>

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