Zahira Naqvi (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=93697.msg4086443#msg4086443)<br/><br/>Zahira was about to comment when it seemed out of nowhere that chanting begins overhead. This is a normal occurrence as it happens 3 times a day: Just after the sun sets and the moon rises, midnight, and just before the sun rises. It was midnight and Zahira rose from her seat. Many of the human servants, ghouls, and a few of her non-Muslim brethren went on about their business as she grabbed a prayer mat off the wall nearby and placed it on the ground facing southwest. She sank to her knees atop the mat and bowed in deference, her head resting in front of her on the pyramid made by her hands. She began reciting the Islamic prayer, however replacing the term "Allah" with "Haqim" as was her particular custom. This she had done ever since she was turned by Amaravati. He had explained the ways of Haqim and she grew to worship the creator as if he were God, the same as Amaravati.<br/><br/>After the prayers had ended, Zahira rose to her feet. She rolled the mat back up and placed it on the wall along with everyone else. She returned to her seat next to the ghoul, feeling refreshed. Her emotions from earlier sated, she could better maintain her stoic demeanor.<br/><br/>"Charles Lancaster," she let the name roll off her tongue. She clasped her hands together, leaning her chin atop them, and stared directly at the man. After a few moments pause Zahira stood once again.<br/><br/>"You will accompany me to find this Wastwater Lake," she stated matter of factly. She inwardly cringed at leaving the safety and security of Alamut. She had no idea how the world had changed over the past 400 years. She had grown so used to these stone walls that the mere idea made of leaving made her want to collapse in a fit of anxiety. However, she maintained the her cool exterior. She rolled up the painting she had brought with her and stuck it once again in her pocket as she talked. "I will be your donor over the next few weeks or however long it takes us. Please be packed and ready in the upper main corridor at sunset tomorrow."<br/><br/>Zahira didn't wait for an answer as she turned and left. It's not that she thought herself superior, but that she had so much planning to do that her mind was elsewhere. She spent the rest of the evening arranging plans for the following night. She gave a list of demands for transportation and to unearth her old unused coffin to a few servants before retiring to her apartments. She had to pack and break the news to Lydia who wasn't going to be particularly happy with her.