<div class="floatleft">(http://th01.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/i/2014/326/c/d/golden_eyes_by_reykat-d87bmu0.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Zidir<br/><strong>Race/Culture:</strong>Hadaree<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Zidir's establishment<br/><strong>Day/Time:</strong>Yaus al-Ittrou (Day of the River), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Twilight<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>N’ebthe, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Zidir, despite the tact and perception with which he seemed to usually maneuver, always minding everyone and everything in the room, had no idea of the shaman's subtle manipulation with her herbal concoctions. That was for the best of all. As long as he did not suspect deception and why would he ever? Even with all the fight and attitude contained within her dark frame the slaver still saw her mostly as just that; a slave. He would not consider the possibility that one such could ever affect him without his knowledge. Furthermore, even if the slight arrogance had not clouded his perception the trust Zidir had towards those under his care would have done the trick just as well. He simply kept sampling from the cup, the gaze in his eyes was at ease with most worries of the gang hastily, but nonetheless effectively, brushed away by their conversation's shift to his relation with Adila.<br/><br/>N'ebthe's jest of his steps was almost playful enough to be taken purely as a joke, but it brushed a topic that Zidir rather kept brief among those he did not have to share it. There were a great many things to consider when openly speaking of such topics, even if the existence of that trouble was by now known to all. Panic Zidir wanted to avoid most of all among his slaves. Them feeling unsafe in his care could in the worst case topple his dune or simply the be spark to begin the spread of ill rumors. Stability was after all something closely tied to the image of a merchant and how could one claim they could keep contracts if they could not even control their own lives. The corners of his lips tightened a little into a discomforted smile and his voice lost some softness as he addressed N'ebthe with intentions to keep the talk casual. "Thank you, it's a shame there are sometimes complications in obtaining it, but let us not dwell on those tonight N'ebthe, Adila. There is little you can do but stress on it and even less we can solve with just words."<br/><br/>He let it sink in and paused to create a moment of silence in their table to emphasize the mood with which the cue had been delivered. In this he was also allowed to pour some of the rich herbal tea to spread onto his tongue without losing the floor. Zidir continued as he lowered the cup, "Why not focus on what we expect tonight? I have my own view of Ilhan as a fellow man of dinar, but it's clear I can't see as deep into him as you." Zidir did not specify whether he referred to her mystical insight or the connection he had sensed between two lovers of verse and wordplay. "What do you say when I ask what sort of man he is? You know I am of humble origin so I may have missed things you two hid between the words yesterday."