<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Arouj.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Arouj al-Qadir (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6401727#msg6401727)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br/><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Arabic<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ta'er<br/></div><br/>Arouj ducked behind a post and pinched his brows as a scandalized man hobbled down the stairs, pants at his knees, and was roundly abused by laughter. These people were truly, truly mad. He spared a covert glance back towards Mary then turned towards the pale haired one at the bar. So many exotic delights in one room, in one night... he whispered another prayer for strength of will.<br/><br/>Shoulders relaxed, hands in plain sight on his belt, he strode up to the bar and leaned on the stained and scarred wood within arm's reach of his target. “Oya, white bird,” he smiled, donning his open and affable expression while he studied the side of the young man's face. By god, that hair. The color of moonlight. “Do you sail with an honest captain?”<br/>