<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> Entering the Blue Iguana<br/><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Arabic<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br/></div><br/>Arguments, filthy jokes, indecent proposals and curses in a dozen different languages filled Arouj's ears. He snatched an empty mug from the edge of a crowded table and pretended to drink without actually putting his lips on the filthy thing. Who knew what they put in their sour beer? Smelled like goat's piss.<br/><br/>Armed with his prop, the tall Maghrebian wound his way around the perimeter of the smoky tavern, listening for any talk of business he could comprehend. To his left a well-dressed, non-military sort was being accosted by a drunken woman and after fleeting observation he steered well clear. The pale man's eyes held a warning the whore apparently could not detect. On the other side of the room a man sat alone at a table with an expectant look... waiting for someone? Arouj maneuvered closer and leaned against a thick timber to keep an eye on the situation.<br/><br/>A slight figure, a boy perhaps, entered the bar armed with a gun almost as long as he was tall. Arouj smiled. That must be worth a few gold. He pulled back his speculations as the little rabbit carrying the weapon slipped gracefully through the crowd. Not easy prey if the boy could dance like that. He took another mimed sip from his empty mug.<br/><br/>If there were no seaward prospects to be found there was his other option for the night.<br/>