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<blockquote data-quote="CanadienneBacon" data-source="post: 5438949" data-attributes="member: 11146">[align=right]http://lh3.google.com/IbnBintJbeil/RtsjuOKPhjI/AAAAAAAAAqc/EMZVJNOFagU/ArabMan.jpg [/align]The Uz-Kala dressed in quality linen overgarments gives Lune an appraising glance.&nbsp; The man's warm brown eyes take in Lune's reticence then pass over Lune's silver holy symbol, her shield and her banded mail.&nbsp; &quot;It isn't common we receive a sister of Iomedae.&quot;&nbsp; The Uz-Kala purrs, bowing to Lune.&nbsp; &quot;Please, be welcome.&quot;&nbsp; When the Uz-Kala gestures again to the box of salt and only then notes Mellisande, the gentleman quickly masks the note of surprise that washes over the smooth facade of his face.&nbsp; &quot;Lemons?&quot; The Uz-Kala brother smiles in welcome at Mellisande.&nbsp; &quot;We clean with them, my wives cook with them.&nbsp; Their oil is a balm for the throat when the sands blow.&nbsp; Lemons are as essential as blood in the desert oasis.&quot;Clapping his hands, the linen robbed Uz-Kala shouts something in his native tongue, then motions for the ladies to seat themselves upon cushions within the tent.&nbsp; &quot;Drink is on its way, my friends.&quot;&nbsp; Seating himself on a cushion the color of the flesh of a blood orange, the Uz-Kala deftly arranges his robes with modesty, then eyes Lillana.&nbsp; &quot;I am Eslamshar.&nbsp; You speak of business?&nbsp; What business have you with the Brotherhood of Uz-Kala?&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; Eslamshar's brown eyes lose their warmth but not their attentiveness.&nbsp; Though apparently serenly perched on his cushion, Eslamshar's posture is erect and foretells reuthless attention to detail.&nbsp; Lillana's mention of business appears to have been a bridge between official welcome and conduct of state.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="CanadienneBacon, post: 5438949, member: 11146"] [align=right]http://lh3.google.com/IbnBintJbeil/RtsjuOKPhjI/AAAAAAAAAqc/EMZVJNOFagU/ArabMan.jpg [/align]The Uz-Kala dressed in quality linen overgarments gives Lune an appraising glance. The man's warm brown eyes take in Lune's reticence then pass over Lune's silver holy symbol, her shield and her banded mail. [COLOR="SandyBrown"]"It isn't common we receive a sister of Iomedae."[/COLOR] The Uz-Kala purrs, bowing to Lune. [COLOR="sandybrown"]"Please, be welcome."[/COLOR] When the Uz-Kala gestures again to the box of salt and only then notes Mellisande, the gentleman quickly masks the note of surprise that washes over the smooth facade of his face. [COLOR="sandybrown"]"Lemons?" [/COLOR]The Uz-Kala brother smiles in welcome at Mellisande. [COLOR="sandybrown"]"We clean with them, my wives cook with them. Their oil is a balm for the throat when the sands blow. Lemons are as essential as blood in the desert oasis."[/COLOR] Clapping his hands, the linen robbed Uz-Kala shouts something in his native tongue, then motions for the ladies to seat themselves upon cushions within the tent. [COLOR="sandybrown"]"Drink is on its way, my friends." [/COLOR]Seating himself on a cushion the color of the flesh of a blood orange, the Uz-Kala deftly arranges his robes with modesty, then eyes Lillana. [COLOR="sandybrown"]"I am Eslamshar. You speak of business? What business have you with the Brotherhood of Uz-Kala?" [/COLOR] Eslamshar's brown eyes lose their warmth but not their attentiveness. Though apparently serenly perched on his cushion, Eslamshar's posture is erect and foretells reuthless attention to detail. Lillana's mention of business appears to have been a bridge between official welcome and conduct of state. [/QUOTE]

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