<div class="floatleft">(http://i66.tinypic.com/2diegso.jpg)</div><br/><br/>A quick glance among the assembled party confirmed what Mia felt was best.  They intended to meet the two members proselytizing.  The one buying slaves had little to do with their needs.  And, if things went poorly, it might be easier to deal with two than with three.  And so Mia and the others waited, allowing the lone hooded figure to vanish down the street.  And then, with another shared glance with her fellows, Mia made her approach.<br/><br/>She was a bit of a sight to see.  Her silken garments seemed to flow about her as she walked gracefully towards them, her flawless skin shining a pale gold in the morning light.  Her long legs carried her quickly across the plaza ground, such as it was, without apparent effort.  Purposeful, yet unhurried, as she had been trained, and as best fit this situation, letting the men see her approach without causing them alarm.<br/><br/>Stopping a respectful distance away, just beyond a step and a stretch of the arm, Mia came to a stop.  Slowly, she bowed, bending gracefully at the waist.  She smiled as she did so, both hands raised in front of her chest, one folded over the other, in her customary greeting.  "Fortunes be with you."  Mia said, her voice soft but sweet, her exotic accent evident.  "My companions and I tire of city life.  We have heard of your order, standing as a sanctuary against the perils of the world.  This one beseeches you.  Allow us to join you.  We will learn your ways, and serve your order faithfully."  She bowed again, bending forward, holding the pose until addressed.<br/>