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Post by Keesha on Feb 17, 2006 14:09:18 GMT -7
"Is that the case?" then she looks at the old woman intensely.
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Post by Ya'qub on Feb 17, 2006 14:11:05 GMT -7
"There she is" Waleed said pointing directly at Keesha. He knew she could take care of herself and what did she have to fear from an old woman, except maybe some horrendous curse. Waleed smiled. "A wise man once said," Ya'qub muttered to himself, "The enemy is anybody who's going to get you killed, no matter which side he's on." * (*Joseph Heller)
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Post by saqir on Feb 17, 2006 15:59:47 GMT -7
Saqir quickly ducked low when she revealed herself, pulling his jarid quickly from behind himself and palming the head, using the butt end as a cane. He hobbled through the crowd now, seeking openings where they could be found, crouched over like an old man. His hood was pulled up over his head, as usual, and a scarf covered his face. He faded towards the edge of the crowd, ready to make deadly use of his weapon if things got ugly.
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Post by Gamemaster on Feb 18, 2006 15:01:30 GMT -7
One look was all it took to elicit a squeal of delight from the old woman. Seconds later she was weeping at Keesha's feet, blubbering nearly incoherently.
"...finally come home, after all these years... your poor father gave you up for dead... who could blame him..."
The large woman who smelled faintly of fish, regained some composure, wiped her eyes and the crowd helped her to her feet. Dusting off her silk robes, she lovingly smiled at Keesha. "I was your nursemaid! With these lips I kissed your forehead and sang you to sleep. In these arms you slept! "
Then wide-eyed she squealed again. "Master Reehan will be so pleased!" The tears again flowed. "Come with me! Have your servants gather your things! Hurry!"
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Post by Waleed Ibn Alurah on Feb 18, 2006 16:47:15 GMT -7
Waleed cocked an eyebrow, pursed his lips, and then pulled aside one of the bystanders and asked quietly, "Who is this Master Reehan she speaks of?"
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Post by Gamemaster on Feb 18, 2006 18:21:58 GMT -7
Waleed cocked an eyebrow, pursed his lips, and then pulled aside one of the bystanders and asked quietly, "Who is this Master Reehan she speaks of?" "One of this city's most honored merchants," came the reply.
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Post by Waleed Ibn Alurah on Feb 18, 2006 18:33:56 GMT -7
Waleed cocked an eyebrow, pursed his lips, and then pulled aside one of the bystanders and asked quietly, "Who is this Master Reehan she speaks of?" "One of this city's most honored merchants," came the reply. Waleed slipped the man ten dinar discretely and asked in a hushed voice, "Anything else you can tell me about him?"
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Post by Keesha on Feb 19, 2006 3:34:18 GMT -7
Then wide-eyed she squealed again. "Master Reehan will be so pleased!" The tears again flowed. "Come with me! Have your servants gather your things! Hurry!" She gives the woman a soft smile and looks at her approvingly. "Let's just share some tea while my things are readied. Please come into the inn. I am sure there is plenty of things we need to speak about." With that, she moves in the direction to the inn, pushing her slightly by the shoulder.
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Post by Gamemaster on Feb 19, 2006 14:06:43 GMT -7
"One of this city's most honored merchants," came the reply. Waleed slipped the man ten dinar discretely and asked in a hushed voice, "Anything else you can tell me about him?" "Your generosity it overwhelms me effendi!" the man said, "surely Fate has blessed me this day!" He looked to the heavens in gratitude. He danced a little jig, his sandaled feet kicking up some dust as he pocketed the coins. "Fate has blessed me with seven children, but has often left the providing up to me... Oh, yes, the merchant al-Reehan." Tapping his fingers on his thin-bearded chin, he pursed his lips and stared thoughtfully at the ground. "Batul al-Reehan al-Dihlizi. They say he was a kindhearted man, vibrant and active. Now his once-strong body is gaunt and twisted with infirmity. Still they say a smile will come easy to his sallow pale face." Warming up to his tale, the stranger spoke faster and gestured animatedly. "While searching for a new trade route to Talab through the Grey Jungle, the adventurous merchant contracted a deadly fever which left him in a coma. Although Batul eventually emerged from the delirium, the ailment weakened his heart and destroyed his health forever. Now Batul spends almost all of his time at home or at the Mosque of Kor, whose priests do what they can to prevent a relapse of the disease."
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Post by Gamemaster on Feb 19, 2006 22:07:57 GMT -7
Then wide-eyed she squealed again. "Master Reehan will be so pleased!" The tears again flowed. "Come with me! Have your servants gather your things! Hurry!" She gives the woman a soft smile and looks at her approvingly. "Let's just share some tea while my things are readied. Please come into the inn. I am sure there is plenty of things we need to speak about." With that, she moves in the direction to the inn, pushing her slightly by the shoulder. The old lady follows Keesha into the inn, but gestures in toward the city. "What of your father..." she asked as they walked.
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Post by Keesha on Feb 20, 2006 2:19:14 GMT -7
As she enter the inn, she instructs the woman in charge of the service. "Please send us some tea to my room.. My old nursemaid and myself will be packing upstairs. I am sure she will love to see some of my clothing!" then she winks an eye in a friendly manner to the woman and leads her into her room.
After they have entered the room, she doesnt waste a minute, knowing that it will take a little while for the tea to arrive and sharply stands between the door and the woman, locking it for extra safety.
"So, you said my father though I was dead?" she laughs "Tell me all you know. And better for you for it to be in line with what I know - I dont have time for playing games here"
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Post by Waleed Ibn Alurah on Feb 20, 2006 13:51:37 GMT -7
"Thank you my friend, you have my gratitude." Waleed slipped the man another ten dinar, "If you know anything of Taddabur, or can tell me someone who does, I would appreciate it even more."
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Post by Ya'qub on Feb 20, 2006 14:21:36 GMT -7
Looking over the scenes that were not unfolding before him, Keesha talking arm-in-arm with a woman claiming to be her long-lost nursemaid, and Waleed accosting a voluble citizen, Ya'qub leans over the Maher and speaks to him in a hushed voice.
"Now would be a good time to begin our expedition to the bazaar, while everyone else is engaged in other business. No one will notice two merchants on a small shopping trip..."
With that, he pulls a stray piece of his turban over his face and begins to slip in amongst the dispersing crowd.
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Post by maher on Feb 20, 2006 15:40:52 GMT -7
Maher understanding, slowly follows Yu'qub a good distance.
Thinking to himself, I bet saqir would follow us with out me knowing....
Maher takes a glance back, smiling to himself, continues to follow Yu'qub.
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Post by Gamemaster on Apr 9, 2006 10:21:47 GMT -7
As she enter the inn, she instructs the woman in charge of the service. "Please send us some tea to my room.. My old nursemaid and myself will be packing upstairs. I am sure she will love to see some of my clothing!" then she winks an eye in a friendly manner to the woman and leads her into her room. After they have entered the room, she doesnt waste a minute, knowing that it will take a little while for the tea to arrive and sharply stands between the door and the woman, locking it for extra safety. "So, you said my father though I was dead?" she laughs "Tell me all you know. And better for you for it to be in line with what I know - I dont have time for playing games here" Noora seemed taken aback by the abruptness of Keesha's manner. "You don't..." she began, then smiled wanly. "Of course you would. It is so much, so quickly. Listen with your heart then, and you will recognize the truth of my words." The old woman's stare grew distant and she absentmindedly pulled a string of prayer beads from her pocket and began working them through her fingers. "That night... as hard as it was for master Batul, Liana was was inconsolable. A depression, strong as any poison took your mother from us," Noora's voice trailed off, her face pained. "All signs pointed to slavers, though even turning every stone in the city was fruitless and no ransom was ever asked!" The old woman's gaze fell pleadingly on Keesha. "It would have been paid, whatever the price."
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