<div class="floatleft">(http://i791.photobucket.com/albums/yy199/Supias/a420e1ca-edf1-4c42-9fdc-7cb06089357c.jpg)</div><br/>Character:  Kahrumour Volundar (Kahru)<br/>Location:   South of the Arena<br/>Concerning: Catching up with Adria<br/><br/>Slipping a supportive hand to the small of Adria’s back, Kahru lead them into the stifling air of the holding pins.  Ever since his own forced time behind the bars of cells such as these, he had always had an unhealthy compulsion to slip below and see who or what awaited their inevitable demise.  It was a ghost that ever haunted him, just like the need for kanda.  More beasts than men this day.  His hand tightened as he subtly veered Adria towards the center of the aisle and placed himself between the outreaching arms, desperate for anything, particularly one more grope and feel before the games were to begin.<br/><br/>He shouldn’t have brought her here, Kahru thought to himself.  It was no place to bring a Free Woman, but he reminded himself this was Adria, Sand’s Adria, a woman well accustomed to the most vial of Kar conditions.  She could take care of herself if she needed to, still his golden eyes would glance towards her veiled face, apologetically as another caged convict threw himself upon the bars and flung vulgar suggestions about his cock and her leaving her veil on.<br/><br/>Kahru and Adria nearly passed when he snapped back around and clutched the front of the man’s shirt slamming the convict once, twice, and one last time up against he iron bars of his cage, articulating each crash with his words.  “Watch. Your. Tongue.”  The sudden ferocity of the attack left the convict dazed and set the beasts to frenzy as Kahru pull the working knife from his belt and gripped the man’s chin in a vice grip about his jaw, forcing him to scream.<br/><br/>“Apologize to the Lady or stand by your words,” Kahru barked to the man.  Whither the criminal was too stunned, stupid or slow, no words were fast enough for Kahru who plunged the knife into his mouth before cutting out the offending muscle and flinging it into a nearby tarsk cage.<br/><br/>He had come here looking for a particular person, and save that, a particular brand, but none of the men or slaves appeared to have whatever it was Kahru was looking for, and he would guide Adria away from the oppressive underbelly of the Arena.  “I should not have brought you here Adria.”  He said as they stepped back out into the light and headed back up the hill once more.  He had cleaned the blade upon the leather of his pants before placing the knife back where it belonged.  A black line stained there hinting that perhaps this had not been the first time he leaned on violence to take care of such matters.<br/><br/>It was a side of the Kahru that he was certain Adria had rarely seen.  By the time Sand had invited Kahru to meet his wife, Kahru had enough of a reputation that the violence that was an everyday occurrence in the Port rarely happened to take place wherever they went, at least not in the daylight.  Sand and he had always been careful not to talk about the more dangerous ventures they had found themselves in, not wanting Adria to worry.<br/><br/>Outside, Kahru stopped to tug at his coat jacket and pull one of the precious roots from the inside pocket of his coat, three left, he had to get more, and brought the hollowed-out root to his lips, before bringing the firebox out of his pocket and flicking the striker against the flint.  Had he been in another part of the city the smell of the smoke would have brought him more attention than he would have liked, but in these parts, it was simply another part of life.  Kahru’s head began to clear and the blood that had been pounding in his ears began to slow despite the clinically intended purposes of the drug.  It did still have the added effect of alerting his attentions and strengthening his movements, but it no longer caused him any lack of sleep.<br/><br/>Golden eyes lit up like the end of the root through the cloud of smoke as he looked over Adria with a mixture of contemplation and hesitation.  “How about we head over one of the bakeries.  You can bring your tanning work, and I’ll bring my fletch work.  We can break some bread and drink some ale or what have you and perhaps we can find out something more about how to go about looking for Sand.