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Rumors spoke of a merchant, a special merchant, traveling the roads of Amol-Kalit. A merchant who could obtain items of a more mystical nature. A merchant who was not welcome under respected roofs and dignified streets. One that meeting with in public could tarnish the reputation of even the most pristine individuals. A disrespecter of life. A dealer in the foul and wicked.
So basically, another merchant with black products to Amir Khalid.
He had heard mention of this person through some of his more loose lipped peers. Peers? No more of higher status subjects. Only his brother and the Empress were above him. Calling them peers would not do. Their heads might swell to sizes unable to pass through gates. But he had heard of this rumored one through them and through them arranged a meeting. One held in a private place where not even the divine might see them.
Khalid sat on cushions in the most private room of a random tavern in a trading town which held a name he deemed to insignificant to remember. A place he would stop at from time to time while doing his rounds of inspecting various projects and estates owned by the royal family of Nah'hla. Water and wine pitchers sat upon a low table with bowls of honey drenched dates, olives stuffed with cheese, and grapes plump as bankers. It was an average spread for him but perhaps a welcoming one for others.
There was no specific item that the Amir held in mind for this meeting. He was sating his curiosity and opening up a potential door for the future. It did not hurt to keep tabs on the less lawful sorts as well. A smuggler could be as much an asset as a burden if friendly relations were maintained. Lines established so they knew themselves secure when others might not be. The kind of activities his brother would harshly denounce and bring swift, merciless justice upon if he found out. Not to Khalid of course, but to the associates carelessly breaking royal law.
Hopefully this merchant would prove to be someone worth establishing a good, mutually beneficial relationship with. Amol-Kalit needed less evaporated blood upon her sands.
Seretha ibnat Rezhe
So basically, another merchant with black products to Amir Khalid.
He had heard mention of this person through some of his more loose lipped peers. Peers? No more of higher status subjects. Only his brother and the Empress were above him. Calling them peers would not do. Their heads might swell to sizes unable to pass through gates. But he had heard of this rumored one through them and through them arranged a meeting. One held in a private place where not even the divine might see them.
Khalid sat on cushions in the most private room of a random tavern in a trading town which held a name he deemed to insignificant to remember. A place he would stop at from time to time while doing his rounds of inspecting various projects and estates owned by the royal family of Nah'hla. Water and wine pitchers sat upon a low table with bowls of honey drenched dates, olives stuffed with cheese, and grapes plump as bankers. It was an average spread for him but perhaps a welcoming one for others.
There was no specific item that the Amir held in mind for this meeting. He was sating his curiosity and opening up a potential door for the future. It did not hurt to keep tabs on the less lawful sorts as well. A smuggler could be as much an asset as a burden if friendly relations were maintained. Lines established so they knew themselves secure when others might not be. The kind of activities his brother would harshly denounce and bring swift, merciless justice upon if he found out. Not to Khalid of course, but to the associates carelessly breaking royal law.
Hopefully this merchant would prove to be someone worth establishing a good, mutually beneficial relationship with. Amol-Kalit needed less evaporated blood upon her sands.
Seretha ibnat Rezhe