<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 tooks his eyes off of the one he had been speaking with and regarded N'ebthe with a smile. He noticed the tea she brought and motioned for her to bring it over so that they might begin sampling. "Do join. Ah, my plans for Ilhan? If the spirits of yours are wary then this should not be why. I quite like the man, despite him having some peculiar qualms about owning slaves when he seems to truly want one. Moreover, I know for certain that games with these sorts of sums will not cause him any real harm so rest assured if you worry for his well being. The kind Djaffir is not about to fall for an ugly trick written on paper." The grin that widened on Zidir really implied otherwise however, but there was much truth in his words.<br/><br/>The dark friend, Adila, accepted her cup with a quiet thanks and looked at Zidir when he spoke. She too had something to add in. The other slaves had gotten used to her not taking that great of an interest in possible buyers and this sudden worry of a strange man named Ilhan had them curious. She did not seem to mind gossiping in Zidir's presence as his personal slaves enjoyed much the same liberties as any family member would. While they would never interrupt him, some of them saw no reason not to steal the conversation from their master. "So N'ebthe," she spoke in rich honeyed tone that came from a small clever smile. "What sort of man does it take to catch the interest of the blind shaman? What is he like? I heard from Zidir that the Djaffir took of his mask and allowed you to touch his face, is this true?"<br/><br/>Both of the ones N'ebthe joined to sit with took their tea cups, one was pushed into an empty slot to wait for Ilhan. Zidir took his little clay mug on the palm and began sampling the brew with his nose while Adila took care of the conversation. He quite liked this mix. It was easier to drink in the evening than coffee.