Recent content by Zahir Balmahed

Despite being a stranger to these lands, and still struggling with the local dialect, Zahir recognised an invitation when he heard one. It would practically be an impasse to decline now. As such, he stepped up to Youssef, his stride slow and measured, thumb tucked with dignified leisure into...

Zahir cupped his chin, gently stroking his beard with thumb and finger. He quietly perceived each card flipped, revealing their guidance. The young man spoke with the voice of many a fortune teller across Arethil. Vague and nebulous, holding just enough specificity to feel especially applicable...

Zahir walked the streets of Tirnua with an air of detached observation, noting the crumbled ruins with greater interest than the newer, half-timbered buildings and the people who had built them. Two imperial slave-guards followed in his wake, their threatening spears keeping most citizens at...