Dark Ages : Cairo

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A one horse carriage arrives at a clay hut that seems indistinguishable from the clay huts that surround it. "We're here." Says the taller guard as he dismount and knocks on the door. A man in nondescript gray robes answers the door. "Saddam, what are you doing here?" He asks.

"Nesar I brought that lady's countryman and he wishes to ask you a few questions." Saddam, the taller guard responds.

Nicu Caumlo · Guest

Nicu exits the wagon as well, carrying a longbow over his back. He looks to the guard who answered the door before nodding to him. "Greetings. I am Nicu Caumlo. I understand that you were the one that witnessed what happened to Jaelle, yes? I would like to speak with you about what happened to determine exactly what it is that happened to her as well as who was behind the attack."

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Nesar looks at Nicu with a bit of sympathetic disdain and lets loose an audible sigh. "Look I there are an uncountable number of people in this city and I have not met them all. If you wish to find her killers ask around the followers of Imam Hakim eventually someone will admit to it, though he may be lying." He places his hand to his head. "I'm sorry about your clanmate, I saw her and a group of guys enter an alley and then a few minutes later the guys left the alley alone, I went in and found her dead obviously from a beatening. Now if you don't leave me alone I and my family may end up in the same boat." He says this in a rushed, uncaring tone. Though he does appear to dislike Nicu and Jaelle, he does not appear to wish for them to die. During the conversation his eyes continually dart around as if to see who could be watching him.

Tavani · Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 6:00 pm Post subject:

Few occupants of the street below would have lifted their eyes to the rooftops at this time of the night. The harsh, smoky torches that were the standard means for producing light were less then effective in piercing the deep gloom that lay above the level of the rooftops - and the grating light of the torches themselves would render their bearers night-blind in any case as their eyes worked furiously to manage the sudden adjustment.

Some faint stars, chocked by smoke and the reflected lights of the city below managed to pierce the haze on occasion. On this particular night, two golden ones joined them in their silent observation of the city below.

Tavani lay flat on top of the rooftop. Her long black cloak, hood drawn up, was carefully arranged about herself so that she blended in almost perfectly with the night. Only her eyes were visible as they peered over the edge of the muddied surface that served to insulate the house, carefully taking in the action in the street below.
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