<div class="floatleft">(http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b52/jotunusmc/benzer12.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/DesertNomadSS2010VogueChina13.jpg)</div><br/><hr/><div align="center">*                               *                               *</div><hr/><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong> Nadir Ze'rah<br/>  <strong>Role:</strong> Nydewian Emissary/Ambassador<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong> Castle Throne Room<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong> Erin the Lady Fool</span></span></div><hr/><div align="center">*                               *                               *</div><hr/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;">    It wasn't just Mattias of Aserit that the Lady Fool had missed coming into town. For the Nydewian Emissary had also found his way into Theiri without drawing any notice or attention. Both of the men seemed to excel at keeping a low profile. Nadir, however, had no other motives for arriving quietly beyond his own satisfaction. As he watched the Lady Erin play Queen for a moment in assumed solitude - he couldn't help but be amused. A small smile crept upon his face as he watched her from the rear of the room, standing in one of the open doors along the back wall. He was leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest. When he spoke up, his voice was smooth and clear, with just a touch of graininess to it - as if you could hear the course desert sand hidden subtly in his voice. "Queen Amelia usually tells her guests to make themselves at home... though I think you've taken her hospitably generous statement to completely new heights."<br/><br/>     He was merely teasing the uniquely dressed woman, hoping to catch her off guard - since it appeared that she thought herself alone after the castle servant had left. He continued on before she had a chance to really respond to his introduction "Impressive acrobatics. Will you be entertaining us with similar feats during the lulls in these <em>uneventful</em> peace talks?" He glazed that word with a small amount of sarcasm, leaving a hint as to how uneventful he truly thought they would be. His mind, however, was less interested in the circumstances of the negotiations than it was on her athletic body. Nadir has seen her perform on more than one occasion, and he still couldn't quite wrap his head around the way she was able to contort her body and move in some of the ways that she did.<br/><br/>     The young nomadic warrior was dressed in a fine decorative tunic and loose fitting pants made of a very thin and soft beige fabric. It was traditional formal wear for the Nydewian desert people, and had a very distinctive look to it. The entire tunic was embroidered with swirling silver designs, similar to vines or winding streams. Atop his head was a turban of wrapped cloth, also thin and light fabric of light beige color with a small oval emerald gem pinned to the center of it. Across his shoulder a golden sash was tied that snaked down to his waist where it wrapped once more almost like a belt. Just below that there was an actual belt, where a few different swords were strapped. He had chosen a handful of his most decorative blades - never failing to carry at lest two or three on his person at all times. His colorless eyes narrowed slightly and he offered the beautiful young entertainer a smile. He had spoken with her several times before, always playfully and with no small amount of added charm. <br/><br/>     Nadir was quite exceptional when it came to people and words. He read others well and knew how to connect with nearly anyone. Just as the shifting sands of his homeland, he was always able to change and adapt to find common ground with even a complete stranger. Erin, on the other hand, was no stranger at all - an acquaintance, yes - but far from being a stranger. Nadir payed close attention to this sly red-headed woman. Closer attention than he did almost any person in all of Theiri. She was similar to him, always able to adapt, always flexible, always prepared. Perhaps that was what made catching her by surprise at this moment feel so good - even if she didn't show any of that surprise. <br/><br/>     After she had a chance to respond, he uncrossed his arms and made his way into the throne room, his eyes wandering around the illustriously decorated audience chamber. "I am quite interested to see how this plays out." For just a moment he left his words open-ended; that he might be talking about him catching her sitting in the Queen's throne... but he continued on: "Inviting the Aseritans into the heart of Theiri..." He shook his head slightly, clearly disapproving of the move. "It has so much potential for disaster, and so little hope of accomplishment - at least not in any way that will equally benefit both parties." His sharp grey eyes turned back in Erin's direction. "It will be entertaining none the less" Nadir offered with a wry grin, letting her decide if the Nydewian was talking about the negotiations or of herself.<br/></div>