<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/5700000/Kingdom-Of-Heaven-kingdom-of-heaven-5751717-400-225.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Rashid<br/><strong>Race/Culture:</strong>Bedu<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Thirteen Monkeys Coffee House<br/><strong>Day/Time:</strong>Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Mid-Morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Shazadi, open<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Rashid smiled as he settled himself beside her in a liquid movement. As she greeted him and tried to declare him too generous with his praise, he made a slight scoffing noise. When her hand wrapped around his he couldn't help but notice the differences between their flesh, his weathered, sand blasted flesh and her silken soft flesh, a lighter tone and tattooed in intricate designs he didn't know the meaning behind. At the feel of her lips pressing against his palm his heart sped up, his mind filling with memories of the two of them languidly enjoying one another's flesh in a tangle of sheets and limbs. It was a fond memory, and one that was too far in the past for his liking. As she invited him to join her breakfast he reached out a hand and deftly snagged a trio of dates, his hands working as he set them in a tight juggling arc.<br/><br/>"Ah Shazadi, my poor parched tongue could never hope to be equal to praising your beauty and grace. My day is brightened as though a fresh wind from a never seen mountain had just swept me into it's grasp!" He remarked as he caught one date in his mouth and chewed with a smile as he stopped playing with his food and took a sip of his just arrived coffee.<br/><br/>"I am honored to share the breakfast of such a sought after woman! I am not surprised you did not see me, I just arrived at dusk last night, and my comings and goings are of little note to those who play the games of power. I am but a humble guide, a pilgrim of the sand and wind." He extolled. "I have returned to Sha'Ib, because a caravan from beyond the Great Dune Sea hired me to guide them to this center of trade, and they had heard I have never lost a caravan to the shifting sands of the Sea! They paid me well, but were a boring bunch of pale skins to travel with. No coffee, boring stories, and their women were far to infatuated with their own purity and superiority. They found the tips of their noses to be a fascinating thing to frame their world with."<br/><br/>As he finished speaking he straightened in his seat, lifting his head and peering down the arch of his nose at Shazadi with an assumed look of lofty disregard as he fluttered his hands in the air before him as though shooing children. With a laugh he settled back onto his cushion and reclined with his shoulder brushing hers.<br/><br/>"I am afraid as a result my latest adventures are quite dull, the pale ones did not wish to venture into any of the hidden beauties of the desert. A straight and narrow path, that was their desired course. Most distressing for a free spirit such as myself. So I am now quite determined to find a way to take some chances and indulge in as many pleasures as I can before the wind calls on me to move along once more." He told her, sipping his coffee while his eyes absorbed every inch of this stunning woman. "Although, I can say that I found another lost outpost buried beneath the sands last winter. A sandstorm swept through the Dunes to the North of the Higaar tribe's oasis. I was caught out in the storm and saw the side of a dune blasted clean by the winds, and beneath was a rocky hill. Inside what I thought was a cave was in truth a secret passage into the main hall of an old sandstone watch tower one of our ancestor tribes must have built out in the sands to secure their empire. It was interesting to walk in those empty halls, but unfortunately nothing of interest was left behind."<br/><br/>As he drank his coffee and told her his little tale he found himself relaxing. There were few people in this world he called friend, and this interesting woman was one of those few. Her presence was a balm on his anxieties, a soothing presence that made him less anxious about the unsettling bustling of the city folk.<br/><br/>"And what of you Shazadi? What great nobles have you made a fortune for, or whose life have you saved by warning of the impending doom that will befall them? Certainly your tales are more interesting than those of a rootless vagabond of the Dunes!" He asked with a laugh.