Tales of the Jewel

The man's expression became a well practiced mask at the mention of a khadi, simply nodding in acknowledgement. Sitting opposite to her in the alcove he produced a small leather bound journal and slid it across the table ''I have collected some information from some of my contacts across the city. I...

Said Bazir was briefly taken aback by the merchant princess's attire for it was not often his clientèle, even the wealthy ones, walked in dressed in a manner that would befit the caliph's own court. ''Lady Al-Menjari, your words honor me, Dare I say your ensemble is simply stunning'' he bowed ''Plea...

As he awaited the young Menjari scion, Bazir was finishing an herbal shisha. The taste of the smoked leaves was decent enough but the real virtue was in some medicinal properties the herbs contained.

If he was to find the ghuls later that night, he would need to prepare.

''I did what I could for now sayyeda...I will see what I can do in the morrow, if I can do more.'' he smiles ''I am but a café owner after all, there is a limit to what I can do''

Bazir took note of the situation as much as he could, pushing the fear away from his thoughts. From his perspective he could see a few things of interest. Two of them being the ghul abominations The canina one was getting dealt with while the crocodile was trying to nibble...Al-Haddar? Well...better...

Bazir, or rather the Grandiose Akbar, had been late to a grizzly party it seems. Perhaps fate had planned him reinforcement all along? Not that a café owner in a black disguise and a djinn mask was any form of proper backup but beggars can't be choosers...or something along those lines? Hunger Abate...

He pauses, unsure

"I...I am not quite sure sayyeda. I do not wish to speculate where I must not. However from the clues I have gathered the new breed must be both fierce and territorial."

Larp time today and tomorrow...I hope I'll be able to finish the heist before day flip -_-

Bazir was not overly familiar with this caravan but he had spent significant time with Raya, Kezia and the some others of the caravan of entertainment so he did pcik up on certain things they said in respect to etiquette or what he thought was proper. ''Salam sayyed, sayyeda...would you kindly...'' ...

As both men eyed the location warily the wires became evident. A good thing it was not greed that motivated them to act or else the treasure might have blinded them to the trap! No One's safe, Trap? investigation: +2 for coop | 5k3+2 ⇒ 37 (TN: 20) ''A complication here my friend'' he turned to the d...