<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 (directly), Ta'er (indirectly), Tom (indirectly)<br/></div><br/>The tall Maghrebian slowly leaned back against the wood slats and rolled his shoulders as if to shake off some unwanted burden. His lips moved in a silent prayer for strength. It was so easy to forget he was in a foreign land surrounded by mad customs and shapely infidels with their fantasies of self importance. He knew better - it had been five years, five torturous years - of watching his tongue and selling his sweat and acting with honor towards the honorless. Was it any wonder he ached for a pretty slave that understood its place? Was it any wonder the beast within longed to swallow this little rabbit whole?<br/><br/>He caught Mary's gaze shifting to some action behind him and was gratified to hear her succinct report. Resting his head in his hand, he scanned the crowd from his own point of view. A very sweet creature with pale hair drifted in and acknowledged several people, including the beer-guzzling man sitting alone, before taking a seat near the bar.<br/><br/>"There are men here who know one another. Perhaps from the same ship." Arouj's smile returned and he looked at the girl with a twinkle in his grey eyes. "Go speak with the one at that table. Find out what able bodies they need. Buy him more ale if you must. Charm him,<em>Marty</em>." He stressed her boyish name with a chuckle.<br/><br/>Arouj pushed away from the booth, rising and cracking his neck. "I will see what the pale haired one has to offer us." Before turning away, he caught Mary's arm just above the elbow and gave a sharp squeeze, his voice dropping to a growl as he leaned close to her ear. "But do not think I will ever stop watching you, little rabbit."