The door opened silently and Kubrat the Manly entered the establishment, seeking refuge from the sun, a balm for his parched throat. His entry, with his usual move to the side of the door, evinced some grimaces from the serving girls. He was known there, his trusty yataghan at his waist, hanging from a silk belt with colourful applications from beaten copper.<br/>The only other visible silk on him was the turban on his head. His clothes were silk, the serving girls knew, but they wee more like underwear. Of course, he seldom wore them on top of his cloth armour. As most warriors who owned a set of lamellar armour, Kubrat removed it when entering a city, only wearing what was consideted "padding underneath" outside of the civilised areas.<br/><br/>Behind him scuttled Zenda the Fair. The girls flashed her a smile - she was a friendly soul - but Zenda only returned it briefly. Unlike Kubrat, entering a city meant more work for her. She was his guide and porter... and that included carrying his lamellar, which she usually placed in a bundle placed on  her head.<br/>At least it protected her from the sun's scorching rays.