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The port was abuzz with the new day's tidings. Hundreds upon hundreds of sailors, rovers and merchantmen filled the busy port streets. Footpads and messenger boys flitted in-between, like the little birds that nested atop the domed roofs. With one hand on her coin purse and the other upon the hilt of a blade, Ishi wandered amongst the impromptu marketplaces as if she belonged. She had dressed lightly; three robes, growing progressively thicker and larger, with a white-gold sash to tie it off.
And two blades tucked betwixt.
It was the weapons that staved off any undue attention. Though she had resided in the city for nigh on half a year now, people still tried their luck. To many, she was a tourist. An easy mark in need of a lesson. Only the Sultan's viziers, and the other members of his court knew who she was, what she represented. So, too, did those she had brought with her to this... infernally hot place.
How do they do it? The First Blade thought, watching as the world passed her by from beneath the shade of an awning. Her homeland was a warm, temperate place. She was no stranger to heat, or dehydration for that matter.
The Amol-Kalit was a different beast entirely, one worthy of respect.
Something moved in the shadows behind her. Ishi heard sandals -though perhaps slippers?- pattering across the smooth stone, growing increasingly closer. Light, almost dainty. But confident. A woman's footsteps. 'Forgive me,' Ishi said, without turning around. 'I wished only to seek a moment out of the sun. I did not realise the spot was already occupied.'
Jahára
And two blades tucked betwixt.
It was the weapons that staved off any undue attention. Though she had resided in the city for nigh on half a year now, people still tried their luck. To many, she was a tourist. An easy mark in need of a lesson. Only the Sultan's viziers, and the other members of his court knew who she was, what she represented. So, too, did those she had brought with her to this... infernally hot place.
How do they do it? The First Blade thought, watching as the world passed her by from beneath the shade of an awning. Her homeland was a warm, temperate place. She was no stranger to heat, or dehydration for that matter.
The Amol-Kalit was a different beast entirely, one worthy of respect.
Something moved in the shadows behind her. Ishi heard sandals -though perhaps slippers?- pattering across the smooth stone, growing increasingly closer. Light, almost dainty. But confident. A woman's footsteps. 'Forgive me,' Ishi said, without turning around. 'I wished only to seek a moment out of the sun. I did not realise the spot was already occupied.'
Jahára
