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Nahash was silent as he walked with Khanh, the kohl around his eyes a familiar sensation from their days in Egypt. Had he been a vainer man he might have embraced the custom as it gave a darker more exotic edge to his appearance, but the man that might have been had died a long time ago. Their entrance to the Drakos manor was well planned, and his expression suddenly became all smiles, gestures broad and distracting as he played his part as salesman.
Showing off the spices in the kitchen, he was pleased to see that most of the servants were happily huddled about their wares, the extra flourishes he gave were continued attempts to distract and entrance their Greek witnesses. The more opposed to his usual self he was, the more he gave them to focus on, the less likely they would be to be able to pinpoint his identity. It was all going perfectly, especially as he held a pinch of the cinnamon out for them to try, until a woman appeared in the door and was drawn to them as if famished.
"Ah, most noble lady welcome. This is cinnamon, from Egypt's shores. Its uses are many, but the flavor it brings to food is incomparable."
What was she doing here. There should not have been any nobility to get in their way, at least none actively poking their noses in where they shouldn't be. This woman was not expected, but he would not let it show on his face, instead giving a charming smile and bowing as deeply as he could. Playing the simpering merchant would do nothing but good in this case, and if there was a legitimate sale made alongside his band's discovery of the key, why not embrace it. Nahash gestured for her to come closer, offering the pot of the fine spice for her to breathe deeply from.
"Many benefits from cinnamon, my lady. The taste it gives is only the beginning. It can be used to heal, many Egyptians take it daily to prevent illnesses. Good for young mothers, I think." There was a knowing smile on his lips, not that he had any magical knowledge of her status, or had any proper idea really, but it was a general thing he could say that could seem to strike true. Almost every young woman he knew wished to have a family, and whether or not this woman was with child hearing that the spice could aide in her health would no doubt catch attention. All the while listening intently for a sign that something had gone wrong, there was silence enough that ensured that for now, things were going just right.
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Nahash was silent as he walked with Khanh, the kohl around his eyes a familiar sensation from their days in Egypt. Had he been a vainer man he might have embraced the custom as it gave a darker more exotic edge to his appearance, but the man that might have been had died a long time ago. Their entrance to the Drakos manor was well planned, and his expression suddenly became all smiles, gestures broad and distracting as he played his part as salesman.
Showing off the spices in the kitchen, he was pleased to see that most of the servants were happily huddled about their wares, the extra flourishes he gave were continued attempts to distract and entrance their Greek witnesses. The more opposed to his usual self he was, the more he gave them to focus on, the less likely they would be to be able to pinpoint his identity. It was all going perfectly, especially as he held a pinch of the cinnamon out for them to try, until a woman appeared in the door and was drawn to them as if famished.
"Ah, most noble lady welcome. This is cinnamon, from Egypt's shores. Its uses are many, but the flavor it brings to food is incomparable."
What was she doing here. There should not have been any nobility to get in their way, at least none actively poking their noses in where they shouldn't be. This woman was not expected, but he would not let it show on his face, instead giving a charming smile and bowing as deeply as he could. Playing the simpering merchant would do nothing but good in this case, and if there was a legitimate sale made alongside his band's discovery of the key, why not embrace it. Nahash gestured for her to come closer, offering the pot of the fine spice for her to breathe deeply from.
"Many benefits from cinnamon, my lady. The taste it gives is only the beginning. It can be used to heal, many Egyptians take it daily to prevent illnesses. Good for young mothers, I think." There was a knowing smile on his lips, not that he had any magical knowledge of her status, or had any proper idea really, but it was a general thing he could say that could seem to strike true. Almost every young woman he knew wished to have a family, and whether or not this woman was with child hearing that the spice could aide in her health would no doubt catch attention. All the while listening intently for a sign that something had gone wrong, there was silence enough that ensured that for now, things were going just right.
Nahash was silent as he walked with Khanh, the kohl around his eyes a familiar sensation from their days in Egypt. Had he been a vainer man he might have embraced the custom as it gave a darker more exotic edge to his appearance, but the man that might have been had died a long time ago. Their entrance to the Drakos manor was well planned, and his expression suddenly became all smiles, gestures broad and distracting as he played his part as salesman.
Showing off the spices in the kitchen, he was pleased to see that most of the servants were happily huddled about their wares, the extra flourishes he gave were continued attempts to distract and entrance their Greek witnesses. The more opposed to his usual self he was, the more he gave them to focus on, the less likely they would be to be able to pinpoint his identity. It was all going perfectly, especially as he held a pinch of the cinnamon out for them to try, until a woman appeared in the door and was drawn to them as if famished.
"Ah, most noble lady welcome. This is cinnamon, from Egypt's shores. Its uses are many, but the flavor it brings to food is incomparable."
What was she doing here. There should not have been any nobility to get in their way, at least none actively poking their noses in where they shouldn't be. This woman was not expected, but he would not let it show on his face, instead giving a charming smile and bowing as deeply as he could. Playing the simpering merchant would do nothing but good in this case, and if there was a legitimate sale made alongside his band's discovery of the key, why not embrace it. Nahash gestured for her to come closer, offering the pot of the fine spice for her to breathe deeply from.
"Many benefits from cinnamon, my lady. The taste it gives is only the beginning. It can be used to heal, many Egyptians take it daily to prevent illnesses. Good for young mothers, I think." There was a knowing smile on his lips, not that he had any magical knowledge of her status, or had any proper idea really, but it was a general thing he could say that could seem to strike true. Almost every young woman he knew wished to have a family, and whether or not this woman was with child hearing that the spice could aide in her health would no doubt catch attention. All the while listening intently for a sign that something had gone wrong, there was silence enough that ensured that for now, things were going just right.
Being a mute came with many disadvantages. It was hard to catch people's attention, it was difficult to communicate and it was challenging to find the patience to deal with those who wouldn't listen or learn his idiolect in the form of signing language. All sorts of disadvantages came with the loss of any sense.
But there were also advantages.
Where Akhmad's mouth never breathed a sound, his ears were highly attuned. Where a mass discussion broke out, he was never expected to speak or meet with social conventions that he couldn't give a shit about in terms of following. And eventually, after all the disadvantages had been laid to rest and circumnavigated, he also held a strong sense of patience and the will to never give up. For, if he needed to communicate something, he had to be willing to go about it in a longer manner than others. He had to have that calmness of mind not to lose his temper or suffer the frustrations of misunderstandings.
As such, where the other Sariqas were beginning to lose their tempers and feel the frustration at not yet finding the implement they so sought, Akhmad remained steady and calm. He continued to sweep the room in a systematic manner that would leave the entire home trashed and no stone unturned for the item in question. Remembering to pilfer small items of value along the way so that the real target of their thievery was harder to notice.
Finally - and of course the last room they had to search - their efforts paid off.
As Akhmad, Zai and Somra headed into the last chamber together, the three of them swept what appeared to be a study or office for work with as close an eye and dedicated a molestation as they could manage. Whilst Somra took the bookcases, Zai inspected the walls, decor and rugs. And Akhmad took the area around the desk.
Initially, they all appeared to have nothing. It was only when they grew desperate and started to move furniture - unable to avoid the noise of heavy wood on wooden and marble flooring - that their prey was located.
For as Akhmad pushed his hip against the desk and set the thing moving with a heavy and low rumbling tone over the floor, he located a small section of floorboard that had sat directly beneath the desk's leg, hidden entirely from view if one wasn't to shift the wooden monstrosity.
Crouching quickly, knowing that such a noise could not have been ignored, Akhmad used his nails through the wrappings over his fingers to ease up the wooden block and opened an alcove in the floor. With a smile, hidden by his mask, Akhmad pilfered the contents, wrapped it safely inside his garments, and then replaced the wooden slat.
With a gesture that the others help him, the thieves moved the desk back into place and Akhmad was careful to rearrange the rucked rug and right once more the items on the table so that no-one might suspect that it had ever been dislodged from its position.
Now came the tricky part... of escaping without notice...
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Being a mute came with many disadvantages. It was hard to catch people's attention, it was difficult to communicate and it was challenging to find the patience to deal with those who wouldn't listen or learn his idiolect in the form of signing language. All sorts of disadvantages came with the loss of any sense.
But there were also advantages.
Where Akhmad's mouth never breathed a sound, his ears were highly attuned. Where a mass discussion broke out, he was never expected to speak or meet with social conventions that he couldn't give a shit about in terms of following. And eventually, after all the disadvantages had been laid to rest and circumnavigated, he also held a strong sense of patience and the will to never give up. For, if he needed to communicate something, he had to be willing to go about it in a longer manner than others. He had to have that calmness of mind not to lose his temper or suffer the frustrations of misunderstandings.
As such, where the other Sariqas were beginning to lose their tempers and feel the frustration at not yet finding the implement they so sought, Akhmad remained steady and calm. He continued to sweep the room in a systematic manner that would leave the entire home trashed and no stone unturned for the item in question. Remembering to pilfer small items of value along the way so that the real target of their thievery was harder to notice.
Finally - and of course the last room they had to search - their efforts paid off.
As Akhmad, Zai and Somra headed into the last chamber together, the three of them swept what appeared to be a study or office for work with as close an eye and dedicated a molestation as they could manage. Whilst Somra took the bookcases, Zai inspected the walls, decor and rugs. And Akhmad took the area around the desk.
Initially, they all appeared to have nothing. It was only when they grew desperate and started to move furniture - unable to avoid the noise of heavy wood on wooden and marble flooring - that their prey was located.
For as Akhmad pushed his hip against the desk and set the thing moving with a heavy and low rumbling tone over the floor, he located a small section of floorboard that had sat directly beneath the desk's leg, hidden entirely from view if one wasn't to shift the wooden monstrosity.
Crouching quickly, knowing that such a noise could not have been ignored, Akhmad used his nails through the wrappings over his fingers to ease up the wooden block and opened an alcove in the floor. With a smile, hidden by his mask, Akhmad pilfered the contents, wrapped it safely inside his garments, and then replaced the wooden slat.
With a gesture that the others help him, the thieves moved the desk back into place and Akhmad was careful to rearrange the rucked rug and right once more the items on the table so that no-one might suspect that it had ever been dislodged from its position.
Now came the tricky part... of escaping without notice...
Being a mute came with many disadvantages. It was hard to catch people's attention, it was difficult to communicate and it was challenging to find the patience to deal with those who wouldn't listen or learn his idiolect in the form of signing language. All sorts of disadvantages came with the loss of any sense.
But there were also advantages.
Where Akhmad's mouth never breathed a sound, his ears were highly attuned. Where a mass discussion broke out, he was never expected to speak or meet with social conventions that he couldn't give a shit about in terms of following. And eventually, after all the disadvantages had been laid to rest and circumnavigated, he also held a strong sense of patience and the will to never give up. For, if he needed to communicate something, he had to be willing to go about it in a longer manner than others. He had to have that calmness of mind not to lose his temper or suffer the frustrations of misunderstandings.
As such, where the other Sariqas were beginning to lose their tempers and feel the frustration at not yet finding the implement they so sought, Akhmad remained steady and calm. He continued to sweep the room in a systematic manner that would leave the entire home trashed and no stone unturned for the item in question. Remembering to pilfer small items of value along the way so that the real target of their thievery was harder to notice.
Finally - and of course the last room they had to search - their efforts paid off.
As Akhmad, Zai and Somra headed into the last chamber together, the three of them swept what appeared to be a study or office for work with as close an eye and dedicated a molestation as they could manage. Whilst Somra took the bookcases, Zai inspected the walls, decor and rugs. And Akhmad took the area around the desk.
Initially, they all appeared to have nothing. It was only when they grew desperate and started to move furniture - unable to avoid the noise of heavy wood on wooden and marble flooring - that their prey was located.
For as Akhmad pushed his hip against the desk and set the thing moving with a heavy and low rumbling tone over the floor, he located a small section of floorboard that had sat directly beneath the desk's leg, hidden entirely from view if one wasn't to shift the wooden monstrosity.
Crouching quickly, knowing that such a noise could not have been ignored, Akhmad used his nails through the wrappings over his fingers to ease up the wooden block and opened an alcove in the floor. With a smile, hidden by his mask, Akhmad pilfered the contents, wrapped it safely inside his garments, and then replaced the wooden slat.
With a gesture that the others help him, the thieves moved the desk back into place and Akhmad was careful to rearrange the rucked rug and right once more the items on the table so that no-one might suspect that it had ever been dislodged from its position.
Now came the tricky part... of escaping without notice...
The three that were sweeping the house converged on the last room together, and Somra let Akhmad go into the room first before following. It didn’t take much time for them to find what they were looking for there, and while Somra remained silent in her joy, she couldn’t help the look of glee that came across her face at finding what they had been looking for. Finally.
She helped them move the desk back once Akhmad had procured the package from under the floorboard, and then looked around for their means of escape. She motioned at the window, raising an eyebrow in question to Akhmad. She didn’t know what Zai’s skills were, but she knew that Akhmad would be able to get out of the window easily.
Somra knew she had to make her way back to the kitchen, that she would be expected to leave with the men she had entered with. It would be suspicious if they had entered with her but then she had disappeared, there was no need to draw attention that people might think they were the ones who had some how stolen from the house.
She slipped back out the door of the room, and quietly made her way back down the kitchens. She paused as she over heard some panicked talking. Blood had been drawn from the well, and people were getting suspicious. Something was wrong. Her heart raced, they needed to get out of there and quickly before it was discovered the guards were dead and the house was locked down. These strangers would be the first ones questioned, and they might be found out.
She caught Nahash’s eye and gave him a look, one that said they needed to leave, now. They would have to find a way to wrap up their little pretend presentation and get all of them safely out of there without arousing suspicion. She wasn’t quite sure how they were going to do it, and to be honest she felt kind of glad that all she had to do was wait for them to give themselves an out and then follow them out like she had been there the whole time and was waiting for them to finish.
She felt a little nervous, things felt on edge, like they could turn sour at any time. She had to admit though, that the nerves were kind of nice, it was a good change compared to her usual boredom when they were just sitting around and doing nothing. She felt like she had been going crazy just sitting there and waiting.
She did her best to stand there and seem un-suspicious, the look on her face neutral, hoping that Nahash had gotten her signal earlier that things had taken a turn. She couldn’t be certain he had, but the leader of their little group had so far seemed intelligent, and like he was good at reading signals. Either he or Khanh had to have picked up on what she was trying to tell them, right?
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The three that were sweeping the house converged on the last room together, and Somra let Akhmad go into the room first before following. It didn’t take much time for them to find what they were looking for there, and while Somra remained silent in her joy, she couldn’t help the look of glee that came across her face at finding what they had been looking for. Finally.
She helped them move the desk back once Akhmad had procured the package from under the floorboard, and then looked around for their means of escape. She motioned at the window, raising an eyebrow in question to Akhmad. She didn’t know what Zai’s skills were, but she knew that Akhmad would be able to get out of the window easily.
Somra knew she had to make her way back to the kitchen, that she would be expected to leave with the men she had entered with. It would be suspicious if they had entered with her but then she had disappeared, there was no need to draw attention that people might think they were the ones who had some how stolen from the house.
She slipped back out the door of the room, and quietly made her way back down the kitchens. She paused as she over heard some panicked talking. Blood had been drawn from the well, and people were getting suspicious. Something was wrong. Her heart raced, they needed to get out of there and quickly before it was discovered the guards were dead and the house was locked down. These strangers would be the first ones questioned, and they might be found out.
She caught Nahash’s eye and gave him a look, one that said they needed to leave, now. They would have to find a way to wrap up their little pretend presentation and get all of them safely out of there without arousing suspicion. She wasn’t quite sure how they were going to do it, and to be honest she felt kind of glad that all she had to do was wait for them to give themselves an out and then follow them out like she had been there the whole time and was waiting for them to finish.
She felt a little nervous, things felt on edge, like they could turn sour at any time. She had to admit though, that the nerves were kind of nice, it was a good change compared to her usual boredom when they were just sitting around and doing nothing. She felt like she had been going crazy just sitting there and waiting.
She did her best to stand there and seem un-suspicious, the look on her face neutral, hoping that Nahash had gotten her signal earlier that things had taken a turn. She couldn’t be certain he had, but the leader of their little group had so far seemed intelligent, and like he was good at reading signals. Either he or Khanh had to have picked up on what she was trying to tell them, right?
The three that were sweeping the house converged on the last room together, and Somra let Akhmad go into the room first before following. It didn’t take much time for them to find what they were looking for there, and while Somra remained silent in her joy, she couldn’t help the look of glee that came across her face at finding what they had been looking for. Finally.
She helped them move the desk back once Akhmad had procured the package from under the floorboard, and then looked around for their means of escape. She motioned at the window, raising an eyebrow in question to Akhmad. She didn’t know what Zai’s skills were, but she knew that Akhmad would be able to get out of the window easily.
Somra knew she had to make her way back to the kitchen, that she would be expected to leave with the men she had entered with. It would be suspicious if they had entered with her but then she had disappeared, there was no need to draw attention that people might think they were the ones who had some how stolen from the house.
She slipped back out the door of the room, and quietly made her way back down the kitchens. She paused as she over heard some panicked talking. Blood had been drawn from the well, and people were getting suspicious. Something was wrong. Her heart raced, they needed to get out of there and quickly before it was discovered the guards were dead and the house was locked down. These strangers would be the first ones questioned, and they might be found out.
She caught Nahash’s eye and gave him a look, one that said they needed to leave, now. They would have to find a way to wrap up their little pretend presentation and get all of them safely out of there without arousing suspicion. She wasn’t quite sure how they were going to do it, and to be honest she felt kind of glad that all she had to do was wait for them to give themselves an out and then follow them out like she had been there the whole time and was waiting for them to finish.
She felt a little nervous, things felt on edge, like they could turn sour at any time. She had to admit though, that the nerves were kind of nice, it was a good change compared to her usual boredom when they were just sitting around and doing nothing. She felt like she had been going crazy just sitting there and waiting.
She did her best to stand there and seem un-suspicious, the look on her face neutral, hoping that Nahash had gotten her signal earlier that things had taken a turn. She couldn’t be certain he had, but the leader of their little group had so far seemed intelligent, and like he was good at reading signals. Either he or Khanh had to have picked up on what she was trying to tell them, right?
She smiled at the charming manner of both men, the smell of exotic spices drawing her closer, curiosity brimming. They were oddities Evras may or may not have seen before in the markets whenever she did go, but it was so rare for her to come across it that she doubted her own memory as the tree-bark lookalike was brought in front of her eyes, invited to smell at the pot of fine spice.
Taking the invitation, Evras leaned in closer and took a shallow sniff, and her smile only brightened as the man continued speaking. Beneficial for young mothers? Subconsciously, her hands fell upon her still flat stomach. Would it help in ensuring and protecting this unborn child of theirs, still in a tenuous time period in relation to being born? Perhaps she could consider such a supplement, if only for extra precautionary sake.
"Ah, is it magical then? Imbued by the protection of your Gods?" she asked, curious now as her eyes lingered and wandered on the rest of the various array of spices and wares they brought with them. She had heard that the Egyptians practiced medicine and healing in ways differing from theirs, but Evras had an open mind and wouldn't mind trying anything if it would help in ensuring her child was carried to term.
Turning, only to realize she was now alone in the kitchens, Evras frowned momentarily. This wasn't her kitchen, but perhaps... she wondered if the young lady of Drakos would be interested in any of this, or at least if she would know of her mother who would want. She turned back with a sweet smile to the merchants, apologetic as she spoke. "I'm very interested in them, but please do wait a moment. I think the mistress of the household should take a look at them as well." she murmured, before waving a hand to summon a servant. "Please fetch Lady Imeeya? I believe she is either in the gardens, or has went to seek for something in the study of the household abovestairs. The one at the end of the hallway. Would you mind seeking her out?' she instructed, smiling as the two servants nodded and fanned out, one heading to the study and another to the gardens to seek for the young Drakos lady.
That done, Evras turned back, only to have a little surprise enter her crystal-like gaze when a small figure slipped in just as she focused her gaze. "Ah, do you have more friends?" she asked, her voice turning a little curious now. "How... many do you have exactly?"
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She smiled at the charming manner of both men, the smell of exotic spices drawing her closer, curiosity brimming. They were oddities Evras may or may not have seen before in the markets whenever she did go, but it was so rare for her to come across it that she doubted her own memory as the tree-bark lookalike was brought in front of her eyes, invited to smell at the pot of fine spice.
Taking the invitation, Evras leaned in closer and took a shallow sniff, and her smile only brightened as the man continued speaking. Beneficial for young mothers? Subconsciously, her hands fell upon her still flat stomach. Would it help in ensuring and protecting this unborn child of theirs, still in a tenuous time period in relation to being born? Perhaps she could consider such a supplement, if only for extra precautionary sake.
"Ah, is it magical then? Imbued by the protection of your Gods?" she asked, curious now as her eyes lingered and wandered on the rest of the various array of spices and wares they brought with them. She had heard that the Egyptians practiced medicine and healing in ways differing from theirs, but Evras had an open mind and wouldn't mind trying anything if it would help in ensuring her child was carried to term.
Turning, only to realize she was now alone in the kitchens, Evras frowned momentarily. This wasn't her kitchen, but perhaps... she wondered if the young lady of Drakos would be interested in any of this, or at least if she would know of her mother who would want. She turned back with a sweet smile to the merchants, apologetic as she spoke. "I'm very interested in them, but please do wait a moment. I think the mistress of the household should take a look at them as well." she murmured, before waving a hand to summon a servant. "Please fetch Lady Imeeya? I believe she is either in the gardens, or has went to seek for something in the study of the household abovestairs. The one at the end of the hallway. Would you mind seeking her out?' she instructed, smiling as the two servants nodded and fanned out, one heading to the study and another to the gardens to seek for the young Drakos lady.
That done, Evras turned back, only to have a little surprise enter her crystal-like gaze when a small figure slipped in just as she focused her gaze. "Ah, do you have more friends?" she asked, her voice turning a little curious now. "How... many do you have exactly?"
She smiled at the charming manner of both men, the smell of exotic spices drawing her closer, curiosity brimming. They were oddities Evras may or may not have seen before in the markets whenever she did go, but it was so rare for her to come across it that she doubted her own memory as the tree-bark lookalike was brought in front of her eyes, invited to smell at the pot of fine spice.
Taking the invitation, Evras leaned in closer and took a shallow sniff, and her smile only brightened as the man continued speaking. Beneficial for young mothers? Subconsciously, her hands fell upon her still flat stomach. Would it help in ensuring and protecting this unborn child of theirs, still in a tenuous time period in relation to being born? Perhaps she could consider such a supplement, if only for extra precautionary sake.
"Ah, is it magical then? Imbued by the protection of your Gods?" she asked, curious now as her eyes lingered and wandered on the rest of the various array of spices and wares they brought with them. She had heard that the Egyptians practiced medicine and healing in ways differing from theirs, but Evras had an open mind and wouldn't mind trying anything if it would help in ensuring her child was carried to term.
Turning, only to realize she was now alone in the kitchens, Evras frowned momentarily. This wasn't her kitchen, but perhaps... she wondered if the young lady of Drakos would be interested in any of this, or at least if she would know of her mother who would want. She turned back with a sweet smile to the merchants, apologetic as she spoke. "I'm very interested in them, but please do wait a moment. I think the mistress of the household should take a look at them as well." she murmured, before waving a hand to summon a servant. "Please fetch Lady Imeeya? I believe she is either in the gardens, or has went to seek for something in the study of the household abovestairs. The one at the end of the hallway. Would you mind seeking her out?' she instructed, smiling as the two servants nodded and fanned out, one heading to the study and another to the gardens to seek for the young Drakos lady.
That done, Evras turned back, only to have a little surprise enter her crystal-like gaze when a small figure slipped in just as she focused her gaze. "Ah, do you have more friends?" she asked, her voice turning a little curious now. "How... many do you have exactly?"
Knowing Somra to be possibly as skilled as he with her acrobatics and aerial means of escapes, he knew exactly what she meant when she gestured towards a window available to them from the study chamber. Whilst most might glance at the opening and recognise the drop below as deadly, it was travellers and movers like Somra and Akhmad that could recognise the potential in simple, open air. Moving to look out and down through the opening, Akhmad noted the way that the rock face turned away in a sheer cut and how there were no more buildings beside that of the Drakos manor on this level of the Upper streets of the city. Instead, there was simply a plummeting drop from this window to the rooftop of the buildings several storeys down.
In fairness, the drop was perhaps enough that you wouldn't die from impact on the surface below. Instead, you were more likely to break your legs or spine and then lie there immobile and forced to starve if aid did not arrive. Or the pain of the damage would send you off into the eternal darkness... But down was not the direction in which Akhmad found his answer. Instead, it was up.
Turning so that his shoulders were backed against the ledge and his face was turned upwards, Akhmad quickly spotted what he needed in the form of one of the beams that held the next level of the structure in place. Grecian buildings and multi-storey manors were an easy climb because they were either formed from marble where cracks in the slabs provided hand holds or they were formed from stone and mud with wooden beams extending beyond each wall at each level.
Removing a lasso of leather from one of the belts at his waist, Akhmad leaned around and out into the open air and, with a flick of his wrist, sent the length upwards where it caught and wrapped itself around one of the beams. After testing the strength of it, Akhmad looked back inside the chamber and waved to Zai, as Somra left the room.
With her pretty face and her elegant manner, she would be able to talk her way out of why she had been wandering the corridors of the estate. If the three of them appeared down in the kitchens, it would raise only suspicion.
And given that scream that had occurred a little earlier from somewhere in the vicinity of the well that Akhmad had provided with a new resident, it was best that they left sooner rather than later.
Knowing that Somra would tell their comrades that the item in question had been found, Akhmad took it upon himself to look after Zai. As little brother to their leader, Zai was a cannonball of recklessness at times and often needed an eye of care. But this time, it was simply a matter of escape. With another wave of his hand, Akhmad drew Zai closer and, once permitted, wrapped an arm around the young man, encouraging the both of them to the window ledge and then took a step out into the open air beyond...
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Knowing Somra to be possibly as skilled as he with her acrobatics and aerial means of escapes, he knew exactly what she meant when she gestured towards a window available to them from the study chamber. Whilst most might glance at the opening and recognise the drop below as deadly, it was travellers and movers like Somra and Akhmad that could recognise the potential in simple, open air. Moving to look out and down through the opening, Akhmad noted the way that the rock face turned away in a sheer cut and how there were no more buildings beside that of the Drakos manor on this level of the Upper streets of the city. Instead, there was simply a plummeting drop from this window to the rooftop of the buildings several storeys down.
In fairness, the drop was perhaps enough that you wouldn't die from impact on the surface below. Instead, you were more likely to break your legs or spine and then lie there immobile and forced to starve if aid did not arrive. Or the pain of the damage would send you off into the eternal darkness... But down was not the direction in which Akhmad found his answer. Instead, it was up.
Turning so that his shoulders were backed against the ledge and his face was turned upwards, Akhmad quickly spotted what he needed in the form of one of the beams that held the next level of the structure in place. Grecian buildings and multi-storey manors were an easy climb because they were either formed from marble where cracks in the slabs provided hand holds or they were formed from stone and mud with wooden beams extending beyond each wall at each level.
Removing a lasso of leather from one of the belts at his waist, Akhmad leaned around and out into the open air and, with a flick of his wrist, sent the length upwards where it caught and wrapped itself around one of the beams. After testing the strength of it, Akhmad looked back inside the chamber and waved to Zai, as Somra left the room.
With her pretty face and her elegant manner, she would be able to talk her way out of why she had been wandering the corridors of the estate. If the three of them appeared down in the kitchens, it would raise only suspicion.
And given that scream that had occurred a little earlier from somewhere in the vicinity of the well that Akhmad had provided with a new resident, it was best that they left sooner rather than later.
Knowing that Somra would tell their comrades that the item in question had been found, Akhmad took it upon himself to look after Zai. As little brother to their leader, Zai was a cannonball of recklessness at times and often needed an eye of care. But this time, it was simply a matter of escape. With another wave of his hand, Akhmad drew Zai closer and, once permitted, wrapped an arm around the young man, encouraging the both of them to the window ledge and then took a step out into the open air beyond...
Knowing Somra to be possibly as skilled as he with her acrobatics and aerial means of escapes, he knew exactly what she meant when she gestured towards a window available to them from the study chamber. Whilst most might glance at the opening and recognise the drop below as deadly, it was travellers and movers like Somra and Akhmad that could recognise the potential in simple, open air. Moving to look out and down through the opening, Akhmad noted the way that the rock face turned away in a sheer cut and how there were no more buildings beside that of the Drakos manor on this level of the Upper streets of the city. Instead, there was simply a plummeting drop from this window to the rooftop of the buildings several storeys down.
In fairness, the drop was perhaps enough that you wouldn't die from impact on the surface below. Instead, you were more likely to break your legs or spine and then lie there immobile and forced to starve if aid did not arrive. Or the pain of the damage would send you off into the eternal darkness... But down was not the direction in which Akhmad found his answer. Instead, it was up.
Turning so that his shoulders were backed against the ledge and his face was turned upwards, Akhmad quickly spotted what he needed in the form of one of the beams that held the next level of the structure in place. Grecian buildings and multi-storey manors were an easy climb because they were either formed from marble where cracks in the slabs provided hand holds or they were formed from stone and mud with wooden beams extending beyond each wall at each level.
Removing a lasso of leather from one of the belts at his waist, Akhmad leaned around and out into the open air and, with a flick of his wrist, sent the length upwards where it caught and wrapped itself around one of the beams. After testing the strength of it, Akhmad looked back inside the chamber and waved to Zai, as Somra left the room.
With her pretty face and her elegant manner, she would be able to talk her way out of why she had been wandering the corridors of the estate. If the three of them appeared down in the kitchens, it would raise only suspicion.
And given that scream that had occurred a little earlier from somewhere in the vicinity of the well that Akhmad had provided with a new resident, it was best that they left sooner rather than later.
Knowing that Somra would tell their comrades that the item in question had been found, Akhmad took it upon himself to look after Zai. As little brother to their leader, Zai was a cannonball of recklessness at times and often needed an eye of care. But this time, it was simply a matter of escape. With another wave of his hand, Akhmad drew Zai closer and, once permitted, wrapped an arm around the young man, encouraging the both of them to the window ledge and then took a step out into the open air beyond...
His smile never faded as the noble woman came closer to inspect the spice. It was a practiced sort of expression that wasn't quite simpering as some of the other merchants, but one that he hoped conveyed he was not unaccustomed to dealing with people of her station. After all they had been allowed into the kitchens without question, their false wares spread about for everyone to peruse. The curiosity about whether or not the cinnamon was imbued with magical properties from his gods made his smile widen, and he raised a brow as if considering whether or not he could share the ancient secrets.
The gods he'd been raised with weren't here in Greece, even the Egyptian gods were far out of their reach. He might have looked like one of the men from across the ocean, but his home existed far from anything she knew. Perhaps it was given magical properties by the Egyptian gods, but his own had nothing to do with it. As if deciding she was worthy of the knowledge, Nahash tapped the side of his nose with a wink.
"There are some who say so, my lady. I have seen many miraculous things in my day." As if to remind him of those miraculous things that were supposed to be taking place out of sight and staying hidden from those he was distracting, Somra slid into the kitchen and he had to fight to hide the slight annoyance in his gaze. It would have been much easier if she slipped out another way. Now there needed to be an excuse made.
Nahash gave a sage nod as the noble woman sent off another servant to find the lady of the house, gesturing with a flick of his hand for Somra to come stand behind him and Khanh. They would have a talk after they made it out of this. With an apologetic expression, the thief gave a low bow as the girl's presence was called into question, urging her to stand back by Khanh and out of the way. "Forgive me, my niece Chandra. She has a bad habit of wandering where she should not. Especially when we should be learning the trade." The warning in his tone was not yet a threat, trying to keep both that and his expression set as that of disappointed uncle instead of furious thief leader.
The scream was unexpected, he'd hoped they would be well out of the way before anything was discovered, but the bed had been made as it was and now they would all have to play along. Khanh knew full well that if anything was discovered they were to be equal victims, cooperating with any questions and huddling in fear of violence they knew full well wouldn't touch them. Usually Akhmad's methods were good at keeping the disturbance to a minimum, but today for whatever reason they were not so lucky. If Somra's nod when she entered was a sign, then hopefully Zai and Akhmad had made it out with the key, and it would be left to the remaining three to find their own way out.
"What is this? Has something happened?"
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His smile never faded as the noble woman came closer to inspect the spice. It was a practiced sort of expression that wasn't quite simpering as some of the other merchants, but one that he hoped conveyed he was not unaccustomed to dealing with people of her station. After all they had been allowed into the kitchens without question, their false wares spread about for everyone to peruse. The curiosity about whether or not the cinnamon was imbued with magical properties from his gods made his smile widen, and he raised a brow as if considering whether or not he could share the ancient secrets.
The gods he'd been raised with weren't here in Greece, even the Egyptian gods were far out of their reach. He might have looked like one of the men from across the ocean, but his home existed far from anything she knew. Perhaps it was given magical properties by the Egyptian gods, but his own had nothing to do with it. As if deciding she was worthy of the knowledge, Nahash tapped the side of his nose with a wink.
"There are some who say so, my lady. I have seen many miraculous things in my day." As if to remind him of those miraculous things that were supposed to be taking place out of sight and staying hidden from those he was distracting, Somra slid into the kitchen and he had to fight to hide the slight annoyance in his gaze. It would have been much easier if she slipped out another way. Now there needed to be an excuse made.
Nahash gave a sage nod as the noble woman sent off another servant to find the lady of the house, gesturing with a flick of his hand for Somra to come stand behind him and Khanh. They would have a talk after they made it out of this. With an apologetic expression, the thief gave a low bow as the girl's presence was called into question, urging her to stand back by Khanh and out of the way. "Forgive me, my niece Chandra. She has a bad habit of wandering where she should not. Especially when we should be learning the trade." The warning in his tone was not yet a threat, trying to keep both that and his expression set as that of disappointed uncle instead of furious thief leader.
The scream was unexpected, he'd hoped they would be well out of the way before anything was discovered, but the bed had been made as it was and now they would all have to play along. Khanh knew full well that if anything was discovered they were to be equal victims, cooperating with any questions and huddling in fear of violence they knew full well wouldn't touch them. Usually Akhmad's methods were good at keeping the disturbance to a minimum, but today for whatever reason they were not so lucky. If Somra's nod when she entered was a sign, then hopefully Zai and Akhmad had made it out with the key, and it would be left to the remaining three to find their own way out.
"What is this? Has something happened?"
His smile never faded as the noble woman came closer to inspect the spice. It was a practiced sort of expression that wasn't quite simpering as some of the other merchants, but one that he hoped conveyed he was not unaccustomed to dealing with people of her station. After all they had been allowed into the kitchens without question, their false wares spread about for everyone to peruse. The curiosity about whether or not the cinnamon was imbued with magical properties from his gods made his smile widen, and he raised a brow as if considering whether or not he could share the ancient secrets.
The gods he'd been raised with weren't here in Greece, even the Egyptian gods were far out of their reach. He might have looked like one of the men from across the ocean, but his home existed far from anything she knew. Perhaps it was given magical properties by the Egyptian gods, but his own had nothing to do with it. As if deciding she was worthy of the knowledge, Nahash tapped the side of his nose with a wink.
"There are some who say so, my lady. I have seen many miraculous things in my day." As if to remind him of those miraculous things that were supposed to be taking place out of sight and staying hidden from those he was distracting, Somra slid into the kitchen and he had to fight to hide the slight annoyance in his gaze. It would have been much easier if she slipped out another way. Now there needed to be an excuse made.
Nahash gave a sage nod as the noble woman sent off another servant to find the lady of the house, gesturing with a flick of his hand for Somra to come stand behind him and Khanh. They would have a talk after they made it out of this. With an apologetic expression, the thief gave a low bow as the girl's presence was called into question, urging her to stand back by Khanh and out of the way. "Forgive me, my niece Chandra. She has a bad habit of wandering where she should not. Especially when we should be learning the trade." The warning in his tone was not yet a threat, trying to keep both that and his expression set as that of disappointed uncle instead of furious thief leader.
The scream was unexpected, he'd hoped they would be well out of the way before anything was discovered, but the bed had been made as it was and now they would all have to play along. Khanh knew full well that if anything was discovered they were to be equal victims, cooperating with any questions and huddling in fear of violence they knew full well wouldn't touch them. Usually Akhmad's methods were good at keeping the disturbance to a minimum, but today for whatever reason they were not so lucky. If Somra's nod when she entered was a sign, then hopefully Zai and Akhmad had made it out with the key, and it would be left to the remaining three to find their own way out.
"What is this? Has something happened?"
Imeeya’s voice rose loud and commanding through the yard. “Guards! Come quickly!” But there was not the quick flurry of response that Imeeya and expected and she frowned looking around. There should be guards out here, that should come running. The walls of the manor were thick, so she couldn’t guarantee the sound would carry throughout the rest of the house. Thinking quickly, Imeeya turned to the serving girl, who still looked pale and flustered by the situation. Grabbing her by the shoulders, Imeeya looked her straight in the eye. “I need you to go to the guards at the front door and alert them to what you found. Tell them to send someone back here to investigate.”
The maid was shivering slightly and Imeeya tried not to show her frustration that the maid couldn’t seem to find some courage in such a situation. “Do you think you can do that?” She added. If not, Imeeya would have to go herself instead of trusting this task to this girl who looked ready to pass out at a moment’s notice.
The maid nodded and then scuttled off. Imeeya watched her go, hoping she had been right to trust that message to her. It was then that another of her servants approached. One of the kitchen girls. The woman dropped into a quick curtsey and then said, “Lady Imeeya, Lady Evras requests that you join her in the kitchen.” Imeeya frowned a bit. What was Evras doing in the kitchens? And why would she want Imeeya to join her there?
“Did she say why?” Imeeya asked, concerned that perhaps something had happened to her cousin-in-law. That’s the last thing they needed right now, harm coming to Evras in their house. It was a quick way to get on the bad side of both the Kotas and the Thanasi at the same time. The guards she had just sent for would have to figure this out on their own, she had to make sure Evras was safe.
“She wanted you to take a look at the wares the salespeople are selling, my lady.” Imeeya nodded a dismissal to the servant, and hurried towards the kitchen, entering through the door from the garden. Her mind was racing, while she was sure the kitchen people were capable of managing their own inventory without her, it seemed odd for a salesperson to come to the house to talk to them directly without announcing themselves.
As she reached the kitchen she found herself on one side of two foreign-looking men with Evras on the other side. “Lady Evras, I was told you wanted my opinion on…” Imeeya quickly glanced at what the visitors were holding, with only a minor pause as she recognized the wares. “...the spices.” Imeeya turned to then men with a polite smile. “What have you brought to sell? Perhaps I can take a look?” Maybe it was just a horrible coincidence that these people and the blood in the well were happening at the same time, but Imeeya wasn’t going to take any chances. She, however, wasn’t able to do much to stop anyone, the best she could do is play along, and hope the guards arrived quickly and then realized that she and Evras were here in the kitchen.
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Imeeya’s voice rose loud and commanding through the yard. “Guards! Come quickly!” But there was not the quick flurry of response that Imeeya and expected and she frowned looking around. There should be guards out here, that should come running. The walls of the manor were thick, so she couldn’t guarantee the sound would carry throughout the rest of the house. Thinking quickly, Imeeya turned to the serving girl, who still looked pale and flustered by the situation. Grabbing her by the shoulders, Imeeya looked her straight in the eye. “I need you to go to the guards at the front door and alert them to what you found. Tell them to send someone back here to investigate.”
The maid was shivering slightly and Imeeya tried not to show her frustration that the maid couldn’t seem to find some courage in such a situation. “Do you think you can do that?” She added. If not, Imeeya would have to go herself instead of trusting this task to this girl who looked ready to pass out at a moment’s notice.
The maid nodded and then scuttled off. Imeeya watched her go, hoping she had been right to trust that message to her. It was then that another of her servants approached. One of the kitchen girls. The woman dropped into a quick curtsey and then said, “Lady Imeeya, Lady Evras requests that you join her in the kitchen.” Imeeya frowned a bit. What was Evras doing in the kitchens? And why would she want Imeeya to join her there?
“Did she say why?” Imeeya asked, concerned that perhaps something had happened to her cousin-in-law. That’s the last thing they needed right now, harm coming to Evras in their house. It was a quick way to get on the bad side of both the Kotas and the Thanasi at the same time. The guards she had just sent for would have to figure this out on their own, she had to make sure Evras was safe.
“She wanted you to take a look at the wares the salespeople are selling, my lady.” Imeeya nodded a dismissal to the servant, and hurried towards the kitchen, entering through the door from the garden. Her mind was racing, while she was sure the kitchen people were capable of managing their own inventory without her, it seemed odd for a salesperson to come to the house to talk to them directly without announcing themselves.
As she reached the kitchen she found herself on one side of two foreign-looking men with Evras on the other side. “Lady Evras, I was told you wanted my opinion on…” Imeeya quickly glanced at what the visitors were holding, with only a minor pause as she recognized the wares. “...the spices.” Imeeya turned to then men with a polite smile. “What have you brought to sell? Perhaps I can take a look?” Maybe it was just a horrible coincidence that these people and the blood in the well were happening at the same time, but Imeeya wasn’t going to take any chances. She, however, wasn’t able to do much to stop anyone, the best she could do is play along, and hope the guards arrived quickly and then realized that she and Evras were here in the kitchen.
Imeeya’s voice rose loud and commanding through the yard. “Guards! Come quickly!” But there was not the quick flurry of response that Imeeya and expected and she frowned looking around. There should be guards out here, that should come running. The walls of the manor were thick, so she couldn’t guarantee the sound would carry throughout the rest of the house. Thinking quickly, Imeeya turned to the serving girl, who still looked pale and flustered by the situation. Grabbing her by the shoulders, Imeeya looked her straight in the eye. “I need you to go to the guards at the front door and alert them to what you found. Tell them to send someone back here to investigate.”
The maid was shivering slightly and Imeeya tried not to show her frustration that the maid couldn’t seem to find some courage in such a situation. “Do you think you can do that?” She added. If not, Imeeya would have to go herself instead of trusting this task to this girl who looked ready to pass out at a moment’s notice.
The maid nodded and then scuttled off. Imeeya watched her go, hoping she had been right to trust that message to her. It was then that another of her servants approached. One of the kitchen girls. The woman dropped into a quick curtsey and then said, “Lady Imeeya, Lady Evras requests that you join her in the kitchen.” Imeeya frowned a bit. What was Evras doing in the kitchens? And why would she want Imeeya to join her there?
“Did she say why?” Imeeya asked, concerned that perhaps something had happened to her cousin-in-law. That’s the last thing they needed right now, harm coming to Evras in their house. It was a quick way to get on the bad side of both the Kotas and the Thanasi at the same time. The guards she had just sent for would have to figure this out on their own, she had to make sure Evras was safe.
“She wanted you to take a look at the wares the salespeople are selling, my lady.” Imeeya nodded a dismissal to the servant, and hurried towards the kitchen, entering through the door from the garden. Her mind was racing, while she was sure the kitchen people were capable of managing their own inventory without her, it seemed odd for a salesperson to come to the house to talk to them directly without announcing themselves.
As she reached the kitchen she found herself on one side of two foreign-looking men with Evras on the other side. “Lady Evras, I was told you wanted my opinion on…” Imeeya quickly glanced at what the visitors were holding, with only a minor pause as she recognized the wares. “...the spices.” Imeeya turned to then men with a polite smile. “What have you brought to sell? Perhaps I can take a look?” Maybe it was just a horrible coincidence that these people and the blood in the well were happening at the same time, but Imeeya wasn’t going to take any chances. She, however, wasn’t able to do much to stop anyone, the best she could do is play along, and hope the guards arrived quickly and then realized that she and Evras were here in the kitchen.
Somra could hear the anger in Nahash’s voice, the underlying warning in his tone that would seem like nothing to anyone else listening who did not know their true connection. She felt her anger rise as well. She had come in with them, these people had watched her walk in with the two men. She thought it would have been more suspicious for her to have suddenly disappeared and not be seen leaving with the men she had entered the house with. She moved silently to stand behind them, her expression not giving away the boiling anger inside her, instead she looked sheepish, as if she was a young woman who had been caught sneaking off and kissing boys or something as innocent.
None of the serving staff at least seemed to question her presence there, as they had been witness to her entrance to the house through the kitchen initially. For all they knew, she had just snuck off to see the wonders of a noble household.
She remained silent behind the two men, she would speak only if it felt necessary. She did not want to draw Nahash’s wrath any more than she apparently already had, even though she felt it was completely unfair. Everything in her was screaming at her to argue with him when they were in private, to state her point and stand upon her decision no matter what he said.
But she also knew that she was supposed to be working on this whole following the leader thing. So she would bite her tongue, and she would do her absolute best to remain quiet and take what ever Nahash would throw at her over the situation, whether she believed it to make sense or not.
It had been awhile since she had doubted her choice to join the group, but the feeling was creeping back up on her again.
She would deal with that later, for now she would remain close behind Nahash and Khanh, though as out of the way as possible. If needed, she knew she would be able to act as the terrified niece who wished for her uncle to protect her and get her out of there.
She hoped that Nahash or Khanh would be able to get them out of there soon. She didn’t want to stick around for when they found out that some guards had been murdered. They would be the top suspects as random foreigners who had just come into the house, and likely they would be held there for questioning. If there were enough guards left to do so. Either way, they had put themselves on the radar of these people simply by showing themselves.
She didn’t know why she and Akhmad hadn’t just been sent in to find the key. The two of them were the stealthiest, and they likely could have searched the place without getting caught. She supposed it was just an extra layer of security, the distraction of sales people keeping the staff from being else where. But now these people knew the faces of the three of them.
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Somra could hear the anger in Nahash’s voice, the underlying warning in his tone that would seem like nothing to anyone else listening who did not know their true connection. She felt her anger rise as well. She had come in with them, these people had watched her walk in with the two men. She thought it would have been more suspicious for her to have suddenly disappeared and not be seen leaving with the men she had entered the house with. She moved silently to stand behind them, her expression not giving away the boiling anger inside her, instead she looked sheepish, as if she was a young woman who had been caught sneaking off and kissing boys or something as innocent.
None of the serving staff at least seemed to question her presence there, as they had been witness to her entrance to the house through the kitchen initially. For all they knew, she had just snuck off to see the wonders of a noble household.
She remained silent behind the two men, she would speak only if it felt necessary. She did not want to draw Nahash’s wrath any more than she apparently already had, even though she felt it was completely unfair. Everything in her was screaming at her to argue with him when they were in private, to state her point and stand upon her decision no matter what he said.
But she also knew that she was supposed to be working on this whole following the leader thing. So she would bite her tongue, and she would do her absolute best to remain quiet and take what ever Nahash would throw at her over the situation, whether she believed it to make sense or not.
It had been awhile since she had doubted her choice to join the group, but the feeling was creeping back up on her again.
She would deal with that later, for now she would remain close behind Nahash and Khanh, though as out of the way as possible. If needed, she knew she would be able to act as the terrified niece who wished for her uncle to protect her and get her out of there.
She hoped that Nahash or Khanh would be able to get them out of there soon. She didn’t want to stick around for when they found out that some guards had been murdered. They would be the top suspects as random foreigners who had just come into the house, and likely they would be held there for questioning. If there were enough guards left to do so. Either way, they had put themselves on the radar of these people simply by showing themselves.
She didn’t know why she and Akhmad hadn’t just been sent in to find the key. The two of them were the stealthiest, and they likely could have searched the place without getting caught. She supposed it was just an extra layer of security, the distraction of sales people keeping the staff from being else where. But now these people knew the faces of the three of them.
Somra could hear the anger in Nahash’s voice, the underlying warning in his tone that would seem like nothing to anyone else listening who did not know their true connection. She felt her anger rise as well. She had come in with them, these people had watched her walk in with the two men. She thought it would have been more suspicious for her to have suddenly disappeared and not be seen leaving with the men she had entered the house with. She moved silently to stand behind them, her expression not giving away the boiling anger inside her, instead she looked sheepish, as if she was a young woman who had been caught sneaking off and kissing boys or something as innocent.
None of the serving staff at least seemed to question her presence there, as they had been witness to her entrance to the house through the kitchen initially. For all they knew, she had just snuck off to see the wonders of a noble household.
She remained silent behind the two men, she would speak only if it felt necessary. She did not want to draw Nahash’s wrath any more than she apparently already had, even though she felt it was completely unfair. Everything in her was screaming at her to argue with him when they were in private, to state her point and stand upon her decision no matter what he said.
But she also knew that she was supposed to be working on this whole following the leader thing. So she would bite her tongue, and she would do her absolute best to remain quiet and take what ever Nahash would throw at her over the situation, whether she believed it to make sense or not.
It had been awhile since she had doubted her choice to join the group, but the feeling was creeping back up on her again.
She would deal with that later, for now she would remain close behind Nahash and Khanh, though as out of the way as possible. If needed, she knew she would be able to act as the terrified niece who wished for her uncle to protect her and get her out of there.
She hoped that Nahash or Khanh would be able to get them out of there soon. She didn’t want to stick around for when they found out that some guards had been murdered. They would be the top suspects as random foreigners who had just come into the house, and likely they would be held there for questioning. If there were enough guards left to do so. Either way, they had put themselves on the radar of these people simply by showing themselves.
She didn’t know why she and Akhmad hadn’t just been sent in to find the key. The two of them were the stealthiest, and they likely could have searched the place without getting caught. She supposed it was just an extra layer of security, the distraction of sales people keeping the staff from being else where. But now these people knew the faces of the three of them.
While Evras rarely interacted with foreigners, the two in the house seemed trustworthy enough... although really, with her inexperience with them, one really shouldn't be taking her word for it. As it was, she had a feeling both her sister's and her husband would be berating her for actually willingly going near two unknown merchants peddling their wares, when she was actually here to deliver a missive to Lady Tythra - but she was curious! And the spices smelled really good.
But it didn't mean she was entirely distracted, and when the man motioned at the girl - who suddenly stood out of sight, Evras cocked her head in confusion. Why would the man peddling his wares bring along his niece? Oh, learning the trade. Right. "Do you have family here then, young sir?" Evras asked good-naturedly.
Turning when Imeeya entered, Evras nodded, and gestured at the merchants and the various array of spices supposedly on sale by the men standing before them. "Yes, Lady Imeeya. Oh, what did you find out in the courtyard? Did a wild animal spook the maid?" she asked in genuine curiosity. Afterall, that had been why Imeeya had went out to investigate, but this was her household, and why Evras had not followed the lady out to check out what was going on. She was curious nontheless however, and it showed in how she waited on the other's answer.
Before an answer could be given however, the doors of the kitchen were flung open with far more force then necessary, displaying the wary but frenzied faces of half a dozen guards whose eyes first went to Imeeya and Evras as if checking on their presence, before it flickered over to the merchants. The guard who had opened the door narrowed his eyes, before addressing Imeeya even as his eyes remained trained on the merchants. "Lady Imeeya, we came as quick as we can." he said, obviously having ran over from the front door, from the way his breath was labored. "The guard's for the back has been murdered, and we found a pair of footsteps leading away from an opened window several floors higher. Do you have any other guests aside from Lady Evras?" Even as he said that, his eyes never left the merchants, suspicion evident in the guard's eyes.
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While Evras rarely interacted with foreigners, the two in the house seemed trustworthy enough... although really, with her inexperience with them, one really shouldn't be taking her word for it. As it was, she had a feeling both her sister's and her husband would be berating her for actually willingly going near two unknown merchants peddling their wares, when she was actually here to deliver a missive to Lady Tythra - but she was curious! And the spices smelled really good.
But it didn't mean she was entirely distracted, and when the man motioned at the girl - who suddenly stood out of sight, Evras cocked her head in confusion. Why would the man peddling his wares bring along his niece? Oh, learning the trade. Right. "Do you have family here then, young sir?" Evras asked good-naturedly.
Turning when Imeeya entered, Evras nodded, and gestured at the merchants and the various array of spices supposedly on sale by the men standing before them. "Yes, Lady Imeeya. Oh, what did you find out in the courtyard? Did a wild animal spook the maid?" she asked in genuine curiosity. Afterall, that had been why Imeeya had went out to investigate, but this was her household, and why Evras had not followed the lady out to check out what was going on. She was curious nontheless however, and it showed in how she waited on the other's answer.
Before an answer could be given however, the doors of the kitchen were flung open with far more force then necessary, displaying the wary but frenzied faces of half a dozen guards whose eyes first went to Imeeya and Evras as if checking on their presence, before it flickered over to the merchants. The guard who had opened the door narrowed his eyes, before addressing Imeeya even as his eyes remained trained on the merchants. "Lady Imeeya, we came as quick as we can." he said, obviously having ran over from the front door, from the way his breath was labored. "The guard's for the back has been murdered, and we found a pair of footsteps leading away from an opened window several floors higher. Do you have any other guests aside from Lady Evras?" Even as he said that, his eyes never left the merchants, suspicion evident in the guard's eyes.
While Evras rarely interacted with foreigners, the two in the house seemed trustworthy enough... although really, with her inexperience with them, one really shouldn't be taking her word for it. As it was, she had a feeling both her sister's and her husband would be berating her for actually willingly going near two unknown merchants peddling their wares, when she was actually here to deliver a missive to Lady Tythra - but she was curious! And the spices smelled really good.
But it didn't mean she was entirely distracted, and when the man motioned at the girl - who suddenly stood out of sight, Evras cocked her head in confusion. Why would the man peddling his wares bring along his niece? Oh, learning the trade. Right. "Do you have family here then, young sir?" Evras asked good-naturedly.
Turning when Imeeya entered, Evras nodded, and gestured at the merchants and the various array of spices supposedly on sale by the men standing before them. "Yes, Lady Imeeya. Oh, what did you find out in the courtyard? Did a wild animal spook the maid?" she asked in genuine curiosity. Afterall, that had been why Imeeya had went out to investigate, but this was her household, and why Evras had not followed the lady out to check out what was going on. She was curious nontheless however, and it showed in how she waited on the other's answer.
Before an answer could be given however, the doors of the kitchen were flung open with far more force then necessary, displaying the wary but frenzied faces of half a dozen guards whose eyes first went to Imeeya and Evras as if checking on their presence, before it flickered over to the merchants. The guard who had opened the door narrowed his eyes, before addressing Imeeya even as his eyes remained trained on the merchants. "Lady Imeeya, we came as quick as we can." he said, obviously having ran over from the front door, from the way his breath was labored. "The guard's for the back has been murdered, and we found a pair of footsteps leading away from an opened window several floors higher. Do you have any other guests aside from Lady Evras?" Even as he said that, his eyes never left the merchants, suspicion evident in the guard's eyes.
Everything was going as smoothly as could be expected. He and Nahash had the servants utterly enchanted and mostly all staying within the kitchen to ogle the strange men and the magical wares they brought. They’d been doing perfectly well, but the doors to the kitchen opened and Khanh looked up to see a breathtakingly beautiful woman standing there. Immediately he leaned on his elbow on the counter to disguise his height a little bit better. It was Nahash who was better at Greek, anyway and it was the leader who spoke.
“Ah, most noble lady welcome. This is cinnamon, from Egypt's shores. Its uses are many, but the flavor it brings to food is incomparable.”
What Khanh added to that was a white toothed smile. Yes. Incomparable. He did not slide his eyes towards Nahash but his thoughts were the same; what was she doing here? Her presence was unexpected but not necessarily a problem. After all, they were dressed as merchants, they were actively selling spices. They had business here. As Nahash smoothly sold the woman on the virtues of cinnamon, Khanh nodded along, backing up anything Nahash said, though he only caught every few words or so. For all he knew, Nahash might have been describing the sky as green or describing a cure for warts. It didn’t matter. Khanh’s mind had already begun to turn to figure out how to get all of them out of here safely and productively. They weren’t leaving without what they came for, gorgeous noble woman or no.
Khanh glanced over his shoulder when he heard the commotion out in the courtyard. No need to sweat. Yet. Somra chose that moment to enter the kitchens. Khanh’s gaze slid towards her but then back to the noble woman as Somra chose to position herself behind himself and Nahash. Her expression didn’t appear uneasy but her body did. There was a tightness to her lithe movements that Khanh didn’t like. She could not lose it. Not when they were this close.
With the scream, things went from so-so to troubled. Yet another noble woman entered the kitchen. Khanh shifted his position against the counter, swiping his elbow across Nahash’s back as he did so, as though he’d slipped, and put his other hand on Nahash’s shoulder. “Apologies,” he said in accented Greek, but he gave the leader a hard squeeze. Maybe it was the squeeze, maybe it was fate, maybe it was the gods having a laugh, but guards spilled into the kitchen at that moment. Khanh kept himself stooped a little, grabbing the spice chest as though afraid the guards were going to take it.
“Murder?” he said in a tremulous voice, casting a wide eyed look to Nahash and then hooked his arm around Somra, dragging her hard against his side. “We go,” he said. “She cannot be allowed to view death. Her purity!” Or whatever bullshit reason he needed to get the three of them out of here. A girl’s purity was the best thing to get anyone out of trouble. “Her vows,” he said apologetically to Evras. “If she sees a corpse, she must start her years over…” a clear plea to send them on their way.
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Everything was going as smoothly as could be expected. He and Nahash had the servants utterly enchanted and mostly all staying within the kitchen to ogle the strange men and the magical wares they brought. They’d been doing perfectly well, but the doors to the kitchen opened and Khanh looked up to see a breathtakingly beautiful woman standing there. Immediately he leaned on his elbow on the counter to disguise his height a little bit better. It was Nahash who was better at Greek, anyway and it was the leader who spoke.
“Ah, most noble lady welcome. This is cinnamon, from Egypt's shores. Its uses are many, but the flavor it brings to food is incomparable.”
What Khanh added to that was a white toothed smile. Yes. Incomparable. He did not slide his eyes towards Nahash but his thoughts were the same; what was she doing here? Her presence was unexpected but not necessarily a problem. After all, they were dressed as merchants, they were actively selling spices. They had business here. As Nahash smoothly sold the woman on the virtues of cinnamon, Khanh nodded along, backing up anything Nahash said, though he only caught every few words or so. For all he knew, Nahash might have been describing the sky as green or describing a cure for warts. It didn’t matter. Khanh’s mind had already begun to turn to figure out how to get all of them out of here safely and productively. They weren’t leaving without what they came for, gorgeous noble woman or no.
Khanh glanced over his shoulder when he heard the commotion out in the courtyard. No need to sweat. Yet. Somra chose that moment to enter the kitchens. Khanh’s gaze slid towards her but then back to the noble woman as Somra chose to position herself behind himself and Nahash. Her expression didn’t appear uneasy but her body did. There was a tightness to her lithe movements that Khanh didn’t like. She could not lose it. Not when they were this close.
With the scream, things went from so-so to troubled. Yet another noble woman entered the kitchen. Khanh shifted his position against the counter, swiping his elbow across Nahash’s back as he did so, as though he’d slipped, and put his other hand on Nahash’s shoulder. “Apologies,” he said in accented Greek, but he gave the leader a hard squeeze. Maybe it was the squeeze, maybe it was fate, maybe it was the gods having a laugh, but guards spilled into the kitchen at that moment. Khanh kept himself stooped a little, grabbing the spice chest as though afraid the guards were going to take it.
“Murder?” he said in a tremulous voice, casting a wide eyed look to Nahash and then hooked his arm around Somra, dragging her hard against his side. “We go,” he said. “She cannot be allowed to view death. Her purity!” Or whatever bullshit reason he needed to get the three of them out of here. A girl’s purity was the best thing to get anyone out of trouble. “Her vows,” he said apologetically to Evras. “If she sees a corpse, she must start her years over…” a clear plea to send them on their way.
Everything was going as smoothly as could be expected. He and Nahash had the servants utterly enchanted and mostly all staying within the kitchen to ogle the strange men and the magical wares they brought. They’d been doing perfectly well, but the doors to the kitchen opened and Khanh looked up to see a breathtakingly beautiful woman standing there. Immediately he leaned on his elbow on the counter to disguise his height a little bit better. It was Nahash who was better at Greek, anyway and it was the leader who spoke.
“Ah, most noble lady welcome. This is cinnamon, from Egypt's shores. Its uses are many, but the flavor it brings to food is incomparable.”
What Khanh added to that was a white toothed smile. Yes. Incomparable. He did not slide his eyes towards Nahash but his thoughts were the same; what was she doing here? Her presence was unexpected but not necessarily a problem. After all, they were dressed as merchants, they were actively selling spices. They had business here. As Nahash smoothly sold the woman on the virtues of cinnamon, Khanh nodded along, backing up anything Nahash said, though he only caught every few words or so. For all he knew, Nahash might have been describing the sky as green or describing a cure for warts. It didn’t matter. Khanh’s mind had already begun to turn to figure out how to get all of them out of here safely and productively. They weren’t leaving without what they came for, gorgeous noble woman or no.
Khanh glanced over his shoulder when he heard the commotion out in the courtyard. No need to sweat. Yet. Somra chose that moment to enter the kitchens. Khanh’s gaze slid towards her but then back to the noble woman as Somra chose to position herself behind himself and Nahash. Her expression didn’t appear uneasy but her body did. There was a tightness to her lithe movements that Khanh didn’t like. She could not lose it. Not when they were this close.
With the scream, things went from so-so to troubled. Yet another noble woman entered the kitchen. Khanh shifted his position against the counter, swiping his elbow across Nahash’s back as he did so, as though he’d slipped, and put his other hand on Nahash’s shoulder. “Apologies,” he said in accented Greek, but he gave the leader a hard squeeze. Maybe it was the squeeze, maybe it was fate, maybe it was the gods having a laugh, but guards spilled into the kitchen at that moment. Khanh kept himself stooped a little, grabbing the spice chest as though afraid the guards were going to take it.
“Murder?” he said in a tremulous voice, casting a wide eyed look to Nahash and then hooked his arm around Somra, dragging her hard against his side. “We go,” he said. “She cannot be allowed to view death. Her purity!” Or whatever bullshit reason he needed to get the three of them out of here. A girl’s purity was the best thing to get anyone out of trouble. “Her vows,” he said apologetically to Evras. “If she sees a corpse, she must start her years over…” a clear plea to send them on their way.
Imeeya was relieved as the guards arrived in the kitchens. She hadn’t yet had a chance to explain what had happened to Evras, and she had been reluctant to do that in front of the other people who she had found speaking to Evras within the kitchen. What the maid had found wasn’t the best for polite company. Nor did she particularly wish to upset Evras as a guest in her home. Imeeya had to admit that It was suspicious that these salespeople had made their way into her kitchens at the same time that someone had killed their guards, but on the other hand, many people had to visit their house on a daily basis and there had to be much weirder coincidences.
While Imeeya might have been inclined to question the strangers on what they were doing there, the man’s earnestness swayed her. She didn’t know the customs of these foreigners and she was uncomfortable with the idea that she might have done something terribly taboo. While she didn’t know exactly what he was talking about, she did know that foreign countries tended to be stricter about purity than the Greeks, so she didn’t even think to question the legitimacy of the man’s objections to the girl being around death.
Imeeya scrambled to make things right with these foreigners, her eyes going wide with concern. “Oh, no, of course! If you need her to leave you should go.” Imeeya didn’t want to do anything to upset these vendors who had ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time. “You don’t want to go by the well.” Imeeya added as that was the place where the servant had discovered the bodies. That way the foreign girl could be spared any possibility of viewing a body. Imeeya herself would likely be avoiding that area for a while herself.
It was only then that Imeeya turned back to the guards. “Evras is my only guest, but these vendors came to sell spices. It’s clear they have nothing to do with whatever else has happened. We should let them leave so that you can continue with the investigation as to what happened.” Imeeya then turned to the guard in charge of their house. “Linos, can you make sure that Lady Evras is returned home safely.” She didn’t want her cousin’s wife to stay here if it was unsafe. “I will make sure that my mother is aware of your visit and I can deliver the documents to her myself if you wish?” Imeeya wasn’t entirely sure why Evras hadn’t been satisfied with that arrangement to begin with, but now that she would have to leave again, perhaps it would be acceptable.
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Imeeya was relieved as the guards arrived in the kitchens. She hadn’t yet had a chance to explain what had happened to Evras, and she had been reluctant to do that in front of the other people who she had found speaking to Evras within the kitchen. What the maid had found wasn’t the best for polite company. Nor did she particularly wish to upset Evras as a guest in her home. Imeeya had to admit that It was suspicious that these salespeople had made their way into her kitchens at the same time that someone had killed their guards, but on the other hand, many people had to visit their house on a daily basis and there had to be much weirder coincidences.
While Imeeya might have been inclined to question the strangers on what they were doing there, the man’s earnestness swayed her. She didn’t know the customs of these foreigners and she was uncomfortable with the idea that she might have done something terribly taboo. While she didn’t know exactly what he was talking about, she did know that foreign countries tended to be stricter about purity than the Greeks, so she didn’t even think to question the legitimacy of the man’s objections to the girl being around death.
Imeeya scrambled to make things right with these foreigners, her eyes going wide with concern. “Oh, no, of course! If you need her to leave you should go.” Imeeya didn’t want to do anything to upset these vendors who had ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time. “You don’t want to go by the well.” Imeeya added as that was the place where the servant had discovered the bodies. That way the foreign girl could be spared any possibility of viewing a body. Imeeya herself would likely be avoiding that area for a while herself.
It was only then that Imeeya turned back to the guards. “Evras is my only guest, but these vendors came to sell spices. It’s clear they have nothing to do with whatever else has happened. We should let them leave so that you can continue with the investigation as to what happened.” Imeeya then turned to the guard in charge of their house. “Linos, can you make sure that Lady Evras is returned home safely.” She didn’t want her cousin’s wife to stay here if it was unsafe. “I will make sure that my mother is aware of your visit and I can deliver the documents to her myself if you wish?” Imeeya wasn’t entirely sure why Evras hadn’t been satisfied with that arrangement to begin with, but now that she would have to leave again, perhaps it would be acceptable.
Imeeya was relieved as the guards arrived in the kitchens. She hadn’t yet had a chance to explain what had happened to Evras, and she had been reluctant to do that in front of the other people who she had found speaking to Evras within the kitchen. What the maid had found wasn’t the best for polite company. Nor did she particularly wish to upset Evras as a guest in her home. Imeeya had to admit that It was suspicious that these salespeople had made their way into her kitchens at the same time that someone had killed their guards, but on the other hand, many people had to visit their house on a daily basis and there had to be much weirder coincidences.
While Imeeya might have been inclined to question the strangers on what they were doing there, the man’s earnestness swayed her. She didn’t know the customs of these foreigners and she was uncomfortable with the idea that she might have done something terribly taboo. While she didn’t know exactly what he was talking about, she did know that foreign countries tended to be stricter about purity than the Greeks, so she didn’t even think to question the legitimacy of the man’s objections to the girl being around death.
Imeeya scrambled to make things right with these foreigners, her eyes going wide with concern. “Oh, no, of course! If you need her to leave you should go.” Imeeya didn’t want to do anything to upset these vendors who had ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time. “You don’t want to go by the well.” Imeeya added as that was the place where the servant had discovered the bodies. That way the foreign girl could be spared any possibility of viewing a body. Imeeya herself would likely be avoiding that area for a while herself.
It was only then that Imeeya turned back to the guards. “Evras is my only guest, but these vendors came to sell spices. It’s clear they have nothing to do with whatever else has happened. We should let them leave so that you can continue with the investigation as to what happened.” Imeeya then turned to the guard in charge of their house. “Linos, can you make sure that Lady Evras is returned home safely.” She didn’t want her cousin’s wife to stay here if it was unsafe. “I will make sure that my mother is aware of your visit and I can deliver the documents to her myself if you wish?” Imeeya wasn’t entirely sure why Evras hadn’t been satisfied with that arrangement to begin with, but now that she would have to leave again, perhaps it would be acceptable.
Somra had no idea what they were going to do, it seemed like neither of the men were picking up her hint that they had to go now, and short of grabbing them and shaking them until they understood, she had no idea how to get them to understand.
Certain that they would all be caught for the death of the guards and the theft they had committed, she briefly thought about making a run for it on her own. Surely she could get out of the room and take off, take cover on the cliff tops until the search for her had been called off, and then seduce her way onto someone’s ship and far away from Greece.
Somra was absolutely shocked then, as suddenly Khanh was grabbing her and shouting something about her vows. But she didn’t let the surprise show on her face, instead she managed to keep her calm and play along, a look of innocent terror cake across her face. As if breaking what ever the hell vows Khanh was talking about was the worst thing that could possibly happen to her.
She was glad to be shuffled out with Khanh, fleeing as if she really was trying to protect some vows she took. She was going to ask him where the hell that had come from later, but for now she was just happy to be out of there before the situation got worse. Though she was sure that they had made quite an impression upon the people inside already. She doubted these strange foreign people would soon be forgotten, especially not when it was discovered that at the same time they had been there, some guards turned up dead and some things were out of place and missing from the house.
She was sure that all involved in this situation would have to lay low for a bit, until their faces faded from the minds of these people and they could pass off as any common visitors to Greece once again.
As the two of them hurried off into the night under the guise of protecting her vows, she couldn’t help but wonder how much planning had actually gone into this for it to have gone so wrong. Perhaps the Sariqas were not the master thieves they seemed to think they were after all. That whole situation just felt clumsy and unplanned to Somra.
Maybe it was just a coincidence that so many things had gone wrong this time, she would try and give them the benefit of the doubt for now, but she couldn’t say she was overly impressed with what had went down. Nor was she impressed with the looks she was given upon re-entering the room after the deed had been done.
Needless to say, her first really big job with the Sariqas had not left a good impression, and she hoped what ever was next would prove to be a lot better. For now she was just happy that Khanh had been able to get the two of them out.
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Somra had no idea what they were going to do, it seemed like neither of the men were picking up her hint that they had to go now, and short of grabbing them and shaking them until they understood, she had no idea how to get them to understand.
Certain that they would all be caught for the death of the guards and the theft they had committed, she briefly thought about making a run for it on her own. Surely she could get out of the room and take off, take cover on the cliff tops until the search for her had been called off, and then seduce her way onto someone’s ship and far away from Greece.
Somra was absolutely shocked then, as suddenly Khanh was grabbing her and shouting something about her vows. But she didn’t let the surprise show on her face, instead she managed to keep her calm and play along, a look of innocent terror cake across her face. As if breaking what ever the hell vows Khanh was talking about was the worst thing that could possibly happen to her.
She was glad to be shuffled out with Khanh, fleeing as if she really was trying to protect some vows she took. She was going to ask him where the hell that had come from later, but for now she was just happy to be out of there before the situation got worse. Though she was sure that they had made quite an impression upon the people inside already. She doubted these strange foreign people would soon be forgotten, especially not when it was discovered that at the same time they had been there, some guards turned up dead and some things were out of place and missing from the house.
She was sure that all involved in this situation would have to lay low for a bit, until their faces faded from the minds of these people and they could pass off as any common visitors to Greece once again.
As the two of them hurried off into the night under the guise of protecting her vows, she couldn’t help but wonder how much planning had actually gone into this for it to have gone so wrong. Perhaps the Sariqas were not the master thieves they seemed to think they were after all. That whole situation just felt clumsy and unplanned to Somra.
Maybe it was just a coincidence that so many things had gone wrong this time, she would try and give them the benefit of the doubt for now, but she couldn’t say she was overly impressed with what had went down. Nor was she impressed with the looks she was given upon re-entering the room after the deed had been done.
Needless to say, her first really big job with the Sariqas had not left a good impression, and she hoped what ever was next would prove to be a lot better. For now she was just happy that Khanh had been able to get the two of them out.
Somra had no idea what they were going to do, it seemed like neither of the men were picking up her hint that they had to go now, and short of grabbing them and shaking them until they understood, she had no idea how to get them to understand.
Certain that they would all be caught for the death of the guards and the theft they had committed, she briefly thought about making a run for it on her own. Surely she could get out of the room and take off, take cover on the cliff tops until the search for her had been called off, and then seduce her way onto someone’s ship and far away from Greece.
Somra was absolutely shocked then, as suddenly Khanh was grabbing her and shouting something about her vows. But she didn’t let the surprise show on her face, instead she managed to keep her calm and play along, a look of innocent terror cake across her face. As if breaking what ever the hell vows Khanh was talking about was the worst thing that could possibly happen to her.
She was glad to be shuffled out with Khanh, fleeing as if she really was trying to protect some vows she took. She was going to ask him where the hell that had come from later, but for now she was just happy to be out of there before the situation got worse. Though she was sure that they had made quite an impression upon the people inside already. She doubted these strange foreign people would soon be forgotten, especially not when it was discovered that at the same time they had been there, some guards turned up dead and some things were out of place and missing from the house.
She was sure that all involved in this situation would have to lay low for a bit, until their faces faded from the minds of these people and they could pass off as any common visitors to Greece once again.
As the two of them hurried off into the night under the guise of protecting her vows, she couldn’t help but wonder how much planning had actually gone into this for it to have gone so wrong. Perhaps the Sariqas were not the master thieves they seemed to think they were after all. That whole situation just felt clumsy and unplanned to Somra.
Maybe it was just a coincidence that so many things had gone wrong this time, she would try and give them the benefit of the doubt for now, but she couldn’t say she was overly impressed with what had went down. Nor was she impressed with the looks she was given upon re-entering the room after the deed had been done.
Needless to say, her first really big job with the Sariqas had not left a good impression, and she hoped what ever was next would prove to be a lot better. For now she was just happy that Khanh had been able to get the two of them out.