<div align="center">Aryia (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=88798.msg3898535#msg3898535)<br/></div><br/>Within one how Ayria exchanged her attite for the glossy white shemagh<br/>and a matching white silk tunic but retained her boots for there didnt seem a trader of such things nearby ... at least for the moment.<br/><br/>Keeping the king waiting now after all she had none could be the final straw<br/>and he certainly seemed to be close. As worried as all the refuges were none looked more concerned than the king. THe king of course could easily managed to have is family thrive no matter what but while staring see what the king<br/>was looking at while so upset it finally dawned on Aryia that his distress<br/>was that of the fate of his people, not power, not money, not prestigue of the position that he had that was now in jeapody.<br/><br/>Aryia felt a little worse than ashamed, for although she had not sort them<br/>she had managed more due to cooinsidence than effort on her behalf found herself with all those things, and a part of her knew sheh ad taken so for granted.<br/><br/>As the first hour ended she noticed the other witches she had brought with her<br/>where simularly dressed for the new environment. Just as well a few more hours in the thick robes they had which suited Mistpeak would have had them all pass out with heatstroke.<br/><br/>Concern for the horses at such a time was ever-present. If there was no food they would be the first to go, and guards did usher steeds on board away to some stables which held their fate. Stranage Aryia thought Cammels would be the main mode of transportation here but she recalled Akara's horse was proof that these desert lands boasted as fine a steeds as horses could be. Well riding horses anyway. Warhorses and draft horses were from cooler lands, the place seemed a contrast of riddles.. none more embodied it than Akara herself.<br/><br/>A woman who was about as good a warrior as legends got. How she talked and her behaviour was one with duty from several placeses, distant but not aloof,<br/>but how others greeted her here and all of her posture screamed princess-of-shifting-sands. It felt like all were in her hands now as much as the kings<br/>and likely the king would be leaning on her more than any other.<br/><br/>Aryia shifed her rapier and dagger on her new belt and smiled at the contrast,<br/><br/>http://www.swordsswords.com/images/products/detail/Musketeer_Epee_Rapier_Sword_Fencing.jpg (http://www.swordsswords.com/images/products/detail/Musketeer_Epee_Rapier_Sword_Fencing.jpg) (Mainly for posturing)<br/>Silver Steel Dagger - http://www.militaria.pl/upload/wysiwyg/gfx/produkty/9/noz_uc_knights_dagger_UC1144_w.jpg (http://www.militaria.pl/upload/wysiwyg/gfx/produkty/9/noz_uc_knights_dagger_UC1144_w.jpg)<br/><br/>the others born about this place had curving blades Aryia's seemed pleasing to the eye but they stood out so much no clothing choange could help her obviously being a foreinger.<br/><br/>What would the kings first orders be ? there were a lot more people here thanthe keep was deisnged to host ... well to Aryia's eyes it seemed it,<br/>unless there were underground rooms the witch didnt know of but why make underground rooms in a desert ? Hmm could be to keep cool, could be natural caves ? Still time would tell something the king would know.<br/><br/>Aryia put her hands up to her eyes and scanned the horison. Perhaps the king would be trying to send them all on different missions to resolve what would easily kill them - textures for large airy sprawling tents ? Blankets ? Securing Water ?  ? Spy or Communication networks to work out the extent of the invasion and to direct them to safe zones ? Foraging parties ? Food ?<br/><br/>Aryia felt weak. She hadn't kept down anything solid since stepping foot onto the ship. Looking about the other refuges showed she wasn't the only one - especially the orphans.<br/><br/>Now aryia felt sorry for the king .. who would want this responsibily on their shoulders ... ina place and a time like this.