<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> Mary<br/></div><br/><br/>Arouj followed like a shadow, sidestepping the whore with an irritated hiss of breath through clenched teeth. Everything in this place was filthy enough without having to worry about heathens fucking on the very table in front of him. He lowered himself onto the smooth bench seat opposite the boy with some trepidation.<em>By the grace of god, let me escape this land of madness soon...</em><br/><br/>It was at least two heartbeats before he remember to smile again. Turning his stormy eyes back to his companion, he introduced himself. “I am Arouj. I have been many days here, marksman, seeking work for an honest sailor.” He studied the boy's face. “You do not sail with the other English? How is it you have come here?”